Babies

I don't get babies. I don't. What's the fuss? They cry, they eat, they sleep, they cry more, they make a bis mess in their nappies, they eat, they 'smile' (ie. have gas), they sleep.

Oh please. Gimme one of those! *eye roll*

I like some kids. Heck, I even love some of them. My nephew is cool. He's almost in middle school. I like him. Ok, he's got some odd behaviours, but he's a nice, polite kid. I can talk to him. He has opinions. He thinks. He does things.

My niece? She's a baby. An infant. Teeny tiny infant. My WHOLE FAMILY, even my sensible brother is goo-goo-gah-gah over this squealing pooh machine.

This pooh machine, who I call Princess the Sequel, as my sister is a prima-donna princess, quite honestly, I don't CARE if I ever meet before it goes to kindy. (See, I called her *it*. To me, its and it. It has no personality, it has no spark.) This child (better?) has effectively ruined my summer visit home. And yes, I *am* pissed off about it.

Do I think sis planned to have said baby just to fuck my travel plans up? No, but it's mighty convenient. Do I think it is right that my mother won't be home when I get there with my husband because she'll be caring for Princess and PS2? Hell no. Do I feel selfish and horrible and childish? Yes, but I also feel I have the right to.

Someone I spoke to about all this agreed with me. She said when her siblings had babies, she thought :""how will this change our family dynamic?" "What will happen at Christmas?" "Will my parents start to neglect me because they've got a baby to fawn over?" "Will DH and I become second class children because we haven't produced the golden sprog?"" I admit, I am in the SAME SINKING BOAT!

What shits me most? This is my first trip home in 3 years. Hubby and I have been planning this trip for 2 years, even before he was hubby. This is his FIRST TIME to meet my family and my mother can't be bothered to be there when we get home because OMG!GRANDBABY!

Fine. I get it. I'm not the favourite kid. Never have been. I won't give you precious grandbabies and be a homebody. I moved. I live a 20 hour FLIGHT from home and it will be longer than that in a few years. Fine. Ok. Ya know? I am HAPPY with my life. I have a great husband, great friends, a good job, my own place, my own investments, a passport loaded with tons of stamps and I'm healthy. I SHOULD be a child you are proud of. Instead, I will be shunned because *I* don't get the baby fuss, because *I* won't give you grandbabies and because *I* make you accountable for your actions to ALL your children.

Family. I love mine, but at the moment, I do not like them.

Is it wrong if I make a point of NOT seeing my family(mum and dad) this summer?