One day they could walk through the door, after a long day at school and say, “f*ck this sh*t mum, studying is for losers. I want to take the UK all the way at the Eurovision Song Contest!”
“I’m going to have a giant pineapple on stage that I’ll crawl out of and start singing about worms. It’s going to be great!” Or even worse than that, be the horse head man or dancing gorilla sidekick……
I have not practiced my proud and supportive under any circumstances face enough to deal with that.
And that is my ‘reasons why I don’t have kids’ #61