10:15 on a saturday night

have been thinking about the reno a lot today. I am so happy with the space that we've created. I love our neighbourhood. Yet, after only one month of living in and loving my house I have begun to find faults with it. It must be me...nothing is ever perfect in my world.
On an unrelated (or maybe not?) topic I have also recently become aware of the peer pressure I am succumbing to. I was thinking about the idea of having three kids instead of two (wtf?) and wondering why I feel the sway to even consider this ridiculous idea. After careful consideration, and ruling out insanity, I have to chaulk it up to peer pressure. Subconscious, mother culture, keeping up with the Joneses kind of peer pressure. I know all the logical and reasonable and personal reasons why I should never procreate again. Yet, three kids is what all the cool kids are doing these days. How is it that I managed to navigate the stormy seas of teenagehood without succumbing to peer pressure only to find myself joining the herd at the ripe age of 36? Motherhood and the domestic life is a wasteland of its own.
The kids are great. They seem to be oblivious to any social pressure so far. My son wears a dress and insists we call him Cinderella while he pretends to drive a back-hoe and my daughter wants to strip naked everywhere we go and wear only hockey gloves. I need to take a page out of their book and stop caring what people think.
"You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do." (Eleanor Roosevelt)