First, why is it that women who have children find it totally remarkable and wholly amazing that a woman without children can be good with and good for kids? Seriously, just because you expunged a seven-pound human from your body does not mean that you are automatically nurturing, imaginative, patient, or whatever else it takes to be a good parent. While I might not have given birth yet, I’ve been taking care of children for the last, oh TWENTY-THREE years. I learned a thing or two along the way, not the least of which is how to punch you in the face.
Second, so Sister #3 is involved in a messy divorce. That sucks for her. What sucks for me is that I seem to keep landing myself in the middle of the two warring factions. It sucks ass. Mostly, because I don’t completely believe the stories either of them are feeding me and it just makes me feel awkward when they want to trash talk the other. I just have to keep my mouth shut, which is a near physical impossibility for me, smile slightly, and nod my head. I am trying to put out the “I don’t care what you grownups do, all I care about are these damn Tibbles” sort of vibe, but nobody’s picking up on it.