Are you an adult or are you a childrens?

So, I just spent a lovely evening with my lady co-workers and their kids. They are two amazing women in their early thirties who co-manage the wife, mother and doctor part of their lives so seemlessly that they make me want to puke as much as I adore them. They are everything I want to be and more. Their kids are adorable and say the funniest things.

I spent the day at work with one of them (who works mornings), it was slow and I only saw about 20 maybe 25 patients all day. Unfortunately 15 of which showed up from 430-5. All in all, not a bad day. I even had quite a few kids since the peds doc was out in Vegas. My last patient, a five year old cutie was a simple exam. One transformer sticker and he was all mine. Cooperation occurs with a two cent piece of sticky picture- I wish I was as enthused about the little things in life. I wrap up the exam and go screaming across town to meet up for dinner.

I get there and unfortunately did not bring anything. My attempt at Pate a Choux in a downpour did not work because of the humidity. I was taken in nonetheless and set about to simultaniously playing cars with two three year olds and a 9 monther and discussing fashion with the sequin studded five year old. The two moms were in the kitchen hammering out dinner and I sat my lazy ass down and played. I felt pretty guilty, but figured I was also watching the kids a bit - that had to count for something...

We have a wonderful dinner, the kids are great.. we are cleaning up after a dessert of berries and cream when the five year old asks "who do you live with?". I reply by myself. "what? by yourself??" Yeah, it doesnt make any sense to a child. I am alone. No husband, no kids of my own... and it reminds me of a story a friend once told. She is 30 and the much younger sibling in a large family. Her brothers all have kids and one asks quite bluntly " Auntie Katie, are you an adult or are you a childrens??" I am not so sure I know myself. Although I am much closer in age to the thirtysomething powerhouse friends, I am probably as responsable as the five year old. Im not sure if its slightly pathetic... but all in all most certainly funny... I had a great night playing, would gladly do it again... but am kinda comforted knowing I get to give the kids back at bedtime and head home to my house alone with peace and quiet... one day... fingers crossed but not to tightly... one day