Kids. Apparently, people like to have them. As in more than one. Those people must enjoy circuses to an unhealthy level because my life is a freakin' side show and I only have one. Now, don't get me wrong. I love my kid. As in singular. She's a genius. She's hilarious. She's four. Did I have grand ideas about having a big family? Heck no. Well, it might have been an option except that my husband is quite a bit older than I am and didn't want me to push him to his youngest child's graduation in a wheelchair. It seemed like a good idea to have kids, plural, until we had our daughter, singular.