Once upon a time, I wanted 6 kids.

That was before in a matter of 3 weeks I: found out I was moving to San Francisco, had to enroll in classes, had to clean out my room, had to pack up my room, had to find a place to live, had to transfer my job, had to pay my car registration, had to plan my mom's 50th birthday party, had to drive from San Francisco to Los Angeles, had to clean my house, had to hang out with friends I won't see for a long time, had to continue working my full-time shift, went numerous nights with only 6 hours of sleep, and had to neglect my basic food groups for the day on account of an empty refrigerator and not enough hours in the day.