Ha! Me? a Mother?I can't even keep a hamster alive. I dread to think what I'd do to children.
Start with the fact that I can't/don't cook. Spaghetti-O's and Pop Tarts again, kids! Plus I'd warp their little innocent, impressionable minds. "No, honey. Trust mommy. There really IS a monster under your bed, so be sure you climb in over the footboard at the end so it can't get you!"
I also wouldn't want to have to explain to them why the entire world seems to be at war with each other when we have species heading towards extinction, entire nations starving, our own people homeless, etc. And then turn around and say, "It's okay, sweetheart. When you're all grown up, it will be the responsibility of your generation to fix this mess that ours got us into."
Umm. I'm also lazy, selfish, and a pain weenie. I don't want the time and effort involved in motherhood, I don't want some little person demanding my attention all the time (even the cats give me a break once in awhile) and I definitely don't want the pain of childbirth.