Well, if I had had DS1 in my 20s, he would have very likely been murdered. He was the baby from hell and only the patience of maturity gave me enough retraint to not throw him out of 3rd floor window . I was almost 37 when I had him.
I am hoping that having young kids will keep my young, not make me feel ancient when they are teenagers, wail! Hmm, altough I will of course be ancient by then, or rather, even more ancient than I am now.
I wonder: could I sell them into White Slavery, get lots of money, have mad midlife crisis trip around the world/hire several gigolos/take up expensive top quality drugs and feel all young and sparkely again?? No, even that sounds really exhausting. I need my bed....