Endless frustration

So, It’s December! 2013 is almost over. Since I seem to be having a little trouble with inspiration (with the exception of the last 3 days) lately when it comes to posting, I have decided to join BlogHer‘s NaBloPoMo for December. My goal is to post every single day for the whole month of December. Since the weekends are for free-writing, I decided to tackle something that has been on my mind a lot lately. It took me 2 1/2 hours to write this out last night, by 2am I was not quite done so I decided to finish it this morning and proof read it and then wait till I got home before posting it. So here goes…

I’m going to be thirty-four in seven months. Up until recently age has never been something that has really bothered me much. I just skated by feeling like I have all the time in the world. I’ve known since I was about eight years old that I wanted to have kids someday. But it was the furthest thing on my mind. In my teens, I had a little brother who was really young. He was just barely four when I was fifteen. He had lots of little friends and my Mom babysat neighbourhood kids during the day when their parents were at work. I often babysat them after school and in the evening. I have always been around young children and always loved kids. READ MORE