Base Invasion

"Ya know, the witch in 'Hansel and Gretel' is very misunderstood. Here she builds her dream house, and these brats come around and just start eating it!" --Miranda Hobbs, Sex and the City

I've always known I wanted to be a mother. Most little girls play with dolls, but as I played with mine, I knew that part of my life's calling one day would be to have real ones. I planned to grow up, meet a man, have babies and screw them up in my own, unique way. Well I’ve met that man, but I’m finding that I’m not as ready for the next step as all the women around me. More and more women I meet around this base are already mothers. Some of them are either my age, younger or just barely a couple years older than me with not just one, but two or three chicks already residing in the hen house. And what I'm also finding is that these chicks can be quite loud, and are invading NAS Somewhere...they're in the pools, in the grocery store, at the mall, in the restaurants...and it seems that each child invaded place I go to is even louder than the first.

Don't get me wrong...kids are great. Two of my cousins have kids, and I love the little munchkins more than anything. I also spent three years of my life teaching children, and I had a very special relationship with all of them. I barely heard the screeching and yelling each day because it became a part of my every day routine. But now...after two years of working with grownups and being able to go through a day without getting peed on, I have really grown to appreciate "adult life".

So why the new found intense magnetism to a kid free life? I'm counting on the fact that one morning, I'll roll over and not be able to press the snooze button on my biological clock. I count on the fact that one day it will start ticking. Until then? Ear plugs and awesome one on one time with Mr. Navy. After all, I think he's the only one I can handle cleaning up after for now.