It's Business Time.

Dear Diary, 


     One thing I have found to be especially frustrating interesting since becoming a mother is that sexy time is delayed when babies are crying. For some reason, I just cannot push past the noise and continue on. So there we wait. In my mind, I imagine us similar to this picture**. Except on the edge of the bed, staring blankly, counting down the minutes until the crying/chit-chatting/fussing comes to a stop. 


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     It isn't ideal, especially since my husband does not have this problem. My husband is also not nearly as sensitive to the whining that children do on a regular basis. It's like men are immune to it. But, how? I mean, if a man doesn't mind the crying, the whining, the spit-up, the poop, the messiness of feeding an infant rice cereal, doesn't care about nap schedules, if a kid eats enough for lunch, and has no qualms about hitting up a park and letting the kids roam around all afternoon, then why in the heck are women the ones that stress over all that?! My vote? Men should have kids. 

Sincerely, 

Me.

P.S. If you've been a Diaries of a Wimpy Mom reader for a while, then you already know that my husband thinks he could easily have kids. Check it out here. You won't be disappointed.