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Maybe the breaking the spanking spoon dream is related to the new boundaries you're setting with mom? It sounds like a good, healthy dream.

As for the original question; I was a difficult child. My husband was a difficult child. We are both still very strong-willed people. Although we would try to be good parents, we would not be ideal parents. I just don't know that I have the patience, as I've even found cats to be a bit clingy at times. So yes, there's an element of fear for me that I'm not parent material. But that's not my only nor my main reason.

Yes, I LOVE Arrested Development! Great show, but never got the audience it deserved ...

I love being so mobile, able to leap tall buildings in my sales career; able to hop a flight to wherever, whenever; able to phone a friend for happy hour; able to go, do, see or loaf around with a crossword puzzle -- my choice! I love my choices!
There isn�t a ME TOO big enough for that Angela. Boy do I love all my choices. My middle brother and I are discussing a European bike trip next summer. For now, it�s just talk. If the euro bike trip doesn�t happen, there are lots of great events in the US to ride. Thanksgiving morning I slept in. I had a leisurely breakfast while I read forum posts and my favorite online sports pages. I went for a nice 3.5 hour hike, right from my house without driving anywhere. The first significant snowfall of the season fell on the mountains of Northern NM and Colorado yesterday. I have been skiing the local cross country ski trail the past couple days and will ski it again tomorrow. Yesterday was wonderful with snow falling and having the trail to myself. Today was just as much fun with brilliant sunshine and crisp, cold air. In addition to skiing, I have been ice skating too. I haven�t had to fight any traffic jams, walk through crowded malls or listen to screaming kids.

I know I'd be a terrible parent. I have zero patience for children.
I have unpleasant memories from being a paid babysitter as a teenager. The idea of being an unpaid babysitter is even less appealing. A high school buddy called me up to chat a month ago. We had a nice chat and I listened politely when he told me about his seven-year-old son. However, I wished my phone had a special mute button so I would not have had to listen to him ramble on for 10 min about helping his son with his homework.

I don't have a lot of patience either. The day-to-day repetitiveness of child-rearing would have me going nuts in short order. I just don't want to make the sacrifices it would take, including having to deal with other people's kids.See above response to Angela�s comment. I will never trade the lifestyle I enjoy for sleepless nights, a diminished sex life, stinky diapers, expensive college educations and expensive car insurance. Just thinking about all the sacrifices parenting requires makes me sick to my stomach.

Oh, and I'd make them walk to school.
My parents joke that they were mean by making their kids walk or ride bikes to school and sports activities when school or sports activities were within a couple miles of home.