So.  I added this little Formspring box on the right hand side of the screen about a week ago.  It’s actually a lot of fun, for the most part, with people wanting to know about my hair (A: my hairdresser deserves ALL of the credit) and my preferences (A: I’d rather spend 24 hours in a room with cats in heat than listen to Tom Petty for 24 hours straight).  But today, there was a pretty bitchy pointed question:

You always complain about your life since you’ve had a child. Do you ever regret having a baby or do you wish you could just make your life different?

First and foremost: I have a clearly documented case that I fully complained about my life pre-baby, thank you very much.  Search any of my archives from 2005-2007.

Secondly, I hope that none of my readers would EVER think that I regret my child.  I hope that I mix a blend of funny or sweet stories with the stories of despair and exhaustion, because THAT’S how parenthood is.  We have a running joke in my house about the Asshat-to-Precious ratio that Tony is currently exhibiting; his current ratio is 7:1.  For every seven moments of being a total asshat, he’s got one IMMENSELY great moment of being a complete and total joy to be around.

I thought about not even addressing that question, but I’ve been around the blogsphere enough to know that you take the good with the bad .. much like parenting.  For every five great comments, there is the one troll who is setting out with the mission to make you feel none.  It’s just the way it works.  So I thought about ignoring it, but .. I also thought that if someone gathered that information enough to ask it, it was worth setting the record straight.

Do I wish that Bryan and I had date nights more often?  Yes.  A thousand times yes.  But our schedule just doesn’t always allow it.  Because we firmly believe that we have our own things that keep us Bryan and keep us Sarah, and we believe in putting those up on the priority list.  First: we are a family.  Second: we are Bryan and Sarah.  Third: we are a married couple.

So the last few weeks, I’ve been wondering if that’s the right balance, because there are definitely times when I miss us. I miss seeing him outside of exhaustion.  But those periods come and go in waves.  We have good times, where we have date nights and some US time, and then we have busy times, where we’re lucky to see eachother in passing or on pillows.  It’s just part of life.

But never, not one single second, have I ever regretted having my child.  Or being a stepparent to Bryan’s child.  Never.  Nada.

And quite frankly, a pox on you for asking.