I Am In Hell - And It Is Full Of Children

Is there ever more painful a punishment for a childfree woman than to be stuck with children for a month?

My sister - whom I would do anything for, as evidenced by earlier entries - encountered a problem. Due to family issues the person who was going to be watching my neices this summer is unable to get here until the middle of July. As both the sister and brother-in-law work, as does the rest of the family save for me - which is a lie, I do indeed work, I simply work from home - it falls to me to watch the sprogs.

I am not a housewife. I am not a stay-at-home-mom. I can hardly stand polite, clean, well behaved children. I do not like children. I do not like them for a short time, I do not like them for a long time. I do not like them, not at all.... and that's enough Dr Suess parody for the moment.

The long and short of it is simply this: my days are filled with cleaning, cooking, scolding, irritating and brightly colored programming featuring a variety of impossibly colored animals, laundry, scrubbing, more scolding, checking rooms and teeth and underneath fingernails...

From 7:00 am until 6:30 pm I do this. I have no anime, no manga, no grown-up programming, no video games, no books.... I am slowly descending into madness. I understand now why so many SAHM on the internet are bugfuck crazy. If I were constantly a maid and zookeeper to ungrateful little organ bags with no relief or break, I would be too.

I am not cut out for this.