A little history on The Perfects

My dad has a younger sister that was diagnosed diabetic when she was 16.  As a result she decided to adopt instead of having biological children so that she didn't pas on the disease to her offspring.  SMART.    My parents on the other hand, decided to take the risk of diabetes & had me.  Yay.

My aunt & uncle adopted Mr Perfect in 1981 & he was everything a parent could ask for.  He was athletic, popular, good looking, had a strong faith in god, obedient, hard working...

I on the other hand was not many of these things.  I was not athletic or popular.  I was awkward, plain, & a bit rebellious.  I never won any medals for a sport so I obviously didn't qualify for the state track meet.  I  didn't have a ton of friends growing up like he did & I didn't get any big parts in the school play like he did.  It also didn't help that he went to a much bigger school than I did were there were more activities to get involved in or more friends to be made.

Growing up, he was the closest thing I had to a big brother & I looked up to him...until we went to college.

In college he met a girl that went to college to get her MRS degree.  Apparently she even prayed with her mother that she would find her prince charming at college.  Mr P swept her off her feet & they were married before she turned 21.  After college she whisked him back to her hometown & they promptly started having kids.  Now she is a stay at home moo of 2 & he is a PE teacher.  Mrs P uses her private school Elementary Ed. degree by doing some in home day care, selling Mary-Kay & keeping everyone updated on the joys of parenting with her extensive mommy blog.  PRECIOUS!

Mr P once said he was worried that I wouldn't make any friends when I went away to college.  I appreciate his vote of confidence.

Until Mr P got married & started having kids I had NO IDEA that this was the life that he wanted.   Get married, get a dog, buy a house, have some kids....what? That's it?

Oh!  But it doesn't stop there!  Here are some other tidbits about The Perfects that could make one say Awwww! until they turn blue:  Until Mr P got his dream job he selflessly taught hopeless delinquents at a charter school for several years.  Mrs P was so determined to pop out kids ASAP because her dad has MS & she wanted him to be able to get to know his grandchildren before he dies.  And The LITTLE PERFECTS you ask?  Despite the fact that "Perfect Jr" is only 4 he is SO SMART...WAY above average at everything...bla bla bla.  "Number 2" is only two years old but they already know that he will be a linebacker for the Green Bay Packers.  Even the dog is SOOOO SMART.  The Perfects want all their children to be close in age & Mrs P wants a girl to add to the collection.  Despite preclamsia with Number 2 the attempt at #3 resulted in a miscarriage around Thanksgiving.

This is why I hate Christmas.

Coming out of the "baby closet" (one of the few good things that happened while I lived in North Dakota)

I don't know exactly when I decided that I never wanted kids but looking back I can honestly say there were signs going back into my childhood....but for now I will start with the summer of 2007 when I decided to go back to school.  For some reason I decided to go to school in North Dakota.  Making friends was a big part of my college experience the first time around but now I had enough friends.  This time I wanted to get in, get my degree, get out, & then get back to SD where all my friends were & get on with my life.

As a result a result I didn't try to fit in.  I didn't try to please anyone.  I spoke my mind & didn't really give a shit.  I didn't hold back on the fact that I don't like kids or babies or teenagers or pregnancy.  They're dirty, & germy, & loud & sticky & make you fat, & tired, & poor!!  I LIKED it!
It was nice not to hold back & not worry "what if they don't like me?"  I didn't care.

Little by little over the 4 years all these feelings & thoughts that I kept pent up inside me slowly came out.  Luckily most people were fine with it.  Slowly I got the confidence to give them a giant earful if someone was stupid enough to give me some "Breeder Bingo."  (The stupid stuff breeders say when they find out you *GASP!* don't want kids.)

Don't get me wrong.  The 4 years I spend living in North Dakota totally sucked but I DID surprisingly make some friends, graduate with the degree I wanted, AND I left a more complete person that was confident in my lifestyle choices!