I wouldn't call my kid-skipping activites fun, but go off.

Spending a life on the treadmill doesn't encourage more walks. It encourages burning it down. All I've known is work. Pass on more, thanks. I hear you/others now:

  But past generations managed...

That's exactly my point. Despite all of our proclaimed progress, we're still "managing". Maintaining this circus/baby-crushing machine is a tough sell.

To get where I could afford to have kids, I became both unprepared and uninterested.

What's more: I'm one of the lucky ones. I was given a fancy title and great-but-not-domicile-ownership-great pay for my sacrifice. Plenty do more work for even less reward.

There's a sucker born every minute, right?