The past few days have been great. I can’t explain why, but I have been especially happy with K and we’ve had some really lovely past couple of days. I had to take off work today, but I still got to spend time with K and a bit of time with Chester 🙂 I had my camera out a second ago and I took so many good pics of that little guy.
I even had a bit of time to work on crocheting a grocery bag holder, which is something I desperately need since Chester finds them and drags them all over the house. Weird. Sometimes it’s necessary to just relax and appreciate being relaxed with your favorite person or people. I even sat down and wrote a letter to one of my pen pals. The box with the bouquet on it is a stationery set, which I finally found at Barnes and Noble. Look at my cute little writing table/sewing table nook:
As you all know and can see above, I really love cats. I mention this all the time. I mean, just take a look at my cat figurine collection: The four on the right are gifts from fellow bloggers. I really want to have a beckoning cat/lucky cat, Maneki Neko, in my collection. I’m sure I can find one somewhere, but haven’t had luck yet. I’m thinking H-Mart.
Anyway, I always say, semi-jokingly that I’d rather have ten cats than even one kid. In actuality, I have rarely ever felt that I wanted kids. Having emetephobia is enough to keep me from having kids because all I can think about is the times when they get sick. I have a lot of trouble seeing past that. It’s lame, I know, but it’s how my brain works and what my OCD revolves around. Something weird happened today. K and I watched a Korean show where celebrity dad’s take care of their kids on their own, without the help of the wives. There’s one little girl that is just absolutely adorable. While watching the show, I had a strong maternal instinct and really wanted to have a child. K and I would have beautiful children and I can’t not let him have the opportunity to have a child. Part of me wants it to just happen so that I have to deal with it rather than continue thinking about the “what-ifs” of raising a child.
I’m really impulsive like that. I’m always impulsive. Just the other week I harassed my sister because I wanted her to give me her cat/my childhood cat. I wanted Chester to have a friend. Now, I could care less.
I hope that I can come to a point in my life where I want to have children and am no longer worrying about them having illness, which is obviously inevitable. I feel I actually have a long way to go before I reach that point, but the maternal feeling I had today gives me a little hope.
Well, thanks for reading.