The kids aren't alright

If there's one thing that will keep me from wanting to have kids for as long as possible, it's watching other peoples' totally misery in handling their own. Exhibit A: those Nanny reality shows. Family is in a crisis. House is out of control. Kids run the show. Mom is overworked. Dad is unhelpful. Everything is chaos. British (or British-sounding) Nanny comes in to save the day. Simply watching one hour of one of those shows is enough for me. Kia and I will just gawk, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at the horror that these kids put their parents through. It's like watching a car wreck. To those of you who have these little bundles of joy: I salute you.