La has been begging for a pet, lately. And, when I say lately, I mean like… every day for the past six months.
We don’t have anything against pets (we have had them in the past), it’s just “not where we are right now.” And, by “not where we are right now,” I mean, having an uninsured, shedding individual with an insatiable appetite for non-edible things just doesn’t appeal to me at this moment in life. Nor do pee-soaked carpets or big turd clusters in our tiny yard. Okay, actually, I’m assuming the dog would be uninsured, but I’ve actually not checked Obama Care. I’m sure it only applies to people, but you never know with that guy.
I accidentally shared this tid-bit with another mom – thinking there would be some sort of “Mothers Unite” and a high-five or something, but instead she looked at me like I had said that I hate puppies and kittens. And, that’s just not it.
Actually, I really like and enjoy animals. There’s nothing like cuddling a sweet cat or dog and burying your face into their soft fur…that is, until your eyelids begin to swell shut and your throat itches so badly that swallowing giant pieces of a cracker seems worth the risk of choking if only it will SCRATCH. THE. ITCH. A bit of a fuzzbuzz-kill on the whole thing, really.
So, I explained that five out of six of us had pet allergies and not much space in our small yard…or, house, for that matter. Not to mention, we’re just trying to simplify our lives by not adding more things that require constant upkeep (beyond the children and husband, of course).
You see, I already wipe several butts more often than I care to admit. I single-handedly save children from choking, dangerous jumping, mauling each other, and forest fires on a daily basis. I keep the peace, prevent children from dissecting power outlets with butter-knives, toasting their hands in the toaster-oven, and keep the house from burning down. I feel pretty accomplished at the end of the day when we’re all mostly alive and the walls are still standing. (I may not be standing, but WE. STILL. HAVE. WALLS! ) That, right there, is a success in my book. And, nothing you say will change my mind. Add in some Pinterest fun, children dressed, and supper on the table and I feel like SUPER MOM!
You know, we actually DID try fish. They were lots of fun. There was a little disappointment when La realized that they wouldn’t come to the surface when she sang like the animals do in Snow White. I tried to explain it to her, but all she went away with was that maybe they’re deaf. Or, dumb. I think that talk went well, don’t you?
Unfortunately, fish don’t respond well to cuddling and we had to break it to her that the fish weren’t actually learning the complicated swimming technique of floating – they were just kinda dead. Of course, we had a very special funeral with “last words” and flushing…and, of course, that special photographic moment where she posed with her dead fishies as she looked down at them ever so morosely. That one’s a keepsake photo for the scrapbook, for sure.
After relating our position on pets (for now) to the other mother…
And then she gave me that look that said: “But, you want more kids?”
And, I just know that’s what she was thinking because I’m a gifted mind-reader and all.
So, I thought right back at her… “Touché lady. Although, I’m not sure how that actually applies, seeing as how we’ve never really had an issue with our babies eating our shoes or dropping dirties in the neighbors’ yards, so we do have that.
But, I’m not sure she even heard me because not everyone can be mind-readers, like me. It’s a super-special gift, like that.
***Note: We totally like other people’s pets except for the ones we don’t. Sometimes, La shrieks, which is hilarious because she’s so adamant about wanting a dog. So, I’m beginning to think she’s trying reverse-psychology…except, I don’t think she even knows what that is.