The good ole days

In the more recent weeks,I have had some interesting revelations. 1. I am getting old. 2. i never want to be a single mother. 3. The carefree days of my youth are long gone. Now, the first and third revelations kind of go together so i'll start with those. This past summer i bought a house. A " cute 2 bedroom bungalow for an Unbelievable price" according to my realtor. I now have a mortgage and currently own about $700 of my house. I have car payments, utility payments, plumbing problems to resolve, sidewalks to shovel, grass to mow, and jury duty to attend now that i'm a homeowner. The financial means to provide for all these expenses and then some come solely from the grace of God providing me a job to meet these expenses. I work 8 hours a day, come home and cook dinner and clean. I try to work out, read a book, watch CSI (must be honest, CSI takes priority), hang out with friends, catch up with old friends, do laundry, and any other activities in my schedule before 10:00 when I'm ready for bed. This leads me to my second revelation, which may seem like it is a random thought mixed in with the other two but is not. I CANNOT imagine doing all the things listed above, as well as providing for the welfare of a child who needs more attention, nurturing, love, time,and teaching then I can give in the 5 hours i have after i return home from work. I have a new respect for single mother. I am way too selfish right now to have children, even i were married. It's an interesting perspective to think of our Father sacrificing so that we may have life and seeing that played out in a parent/child relationship.
So basically, I'm getting old, not ready for children, and have lots of responsibility, What happened to the good ole days when mom and dad paid for everything and the only thing we had to worry about was what kind of cereal we were having that morning before school?