Time to rant!
While I was so happy with the progress I had made with my daily errands and projects I was slugged right in the gut when I went to pick-up my girls from school. Gone was my "Happiest Place On Earth" vacation daze. Welcome back to "MOM! How could you?? I don't want to speak to you!" daughter's mantra.
Ugh.
O.K. now. I empathize with not wanting to care and feed for your recent brood of kittens that your cat surprised you with. I get being done with the sleepless nights and constant caring of the tiny 'meows'. But dear fellow parent at our child's school, I honestly have to say, what the hell were you thinking by bringing your box full of kittens with a "Free" sign to the pick-up area at school today? How could you???
I left my parked car and walked down the sidewalk to see my girls jumping all over the place, screaming for me to "hurry up!". Ahhh. Isn't that nice? They've missed me on their first day back from vacation.
When I met up with them I am attacked with the cuteness of kittens and the teary eyes of my daughters saying "Please mom? Ple-e-e-e-ase???" 'What the hell?' And, 'Where's the parent that's done this?' are my thoughts. Then, I see it. 'Is that an orange kitty I see?' "YES!" scream my girls, knowing that I've been wanting an orange tabby for quiet some time.
Now the thing is, we already have 2 cats. Yes they are almost 16 years old, but they are here, they need food, and cleaning-up after and vet visits. None of these things are cheap and the last thing we need are more kittens in the house. Not now, not yet.
After my Cute-Kitty-Hypnosis wore off I told my girls that this just wasn't the right time to get a kitten. Oh LORD! Did I just tell them that their World has ended? You would have thought so if you had been there. And it lasted for hours and hours. (It's still not over, I'm sure.)
So, dear fellow parent at our children's school, if you ever need anything... go ask somebody else. (And I will gladly share what I know of Santa Claus and The Tooth Fairy with your children if given the chance.)
While I was so happy with the progress I had made with my daily errands and projects I was slugged right in the gut when I went to pick-up my girls from school. Gone was my "Happiest Place On Earth" vacation daze. Welcome back to "MOM! How could you?? I don't want to speak to you!" daughter's mantra.
Ugh.
O.K. now. I empathize with not wanting to care and feed for your recent brood of kittens that your cat surprised you with. I get being done with the sleepless nights and constant caring of the tiny 'meows'. But dear fellow parent at our child's school, I honestly have to say, what the hell were you thinking by bringing your box full of kittens with a "Free" sign to the pick-up area at school today? How could you???
I left my parked car and walked down the sidewalk to see my girls jumping all over the place, screaming for me to "hurry up!". Ahhh. Isn't that nice? They've missed me on their first day back from vacation.
When I met up with them I am attacked with the cuteness of kittens and the teary eyes of my daughters saying "Please mom? Ple-e-e-e-ase???" 'What the hell?' And, 'Where's the parent that's done this?' are my thoughts. Then, I see it. 'Is that an orange kitty I see?' "YES!" scream my girls, knowing that I've been wanting an orange tabby for quiet some time.
Now the thing is, we already have 2 cats. Yes they are almost 16 years old, but they are here, they need food, and cleaning-up after and vet visits. None of these things are cheap and the last thing we need are more kittens in the house. Not now, not yet.
After my Cute-Kitty-Hypnosis wore off I told my girls that this just wasn't the right time to get a kitten. Oh LORD! Did I just tell them that their World has ended? You would have thought so if you had been there. And it lasted for hours and hours. (It's still not over, I'm sure.)
So, dear fellow parent at our children's school, if you ever need anything... go ask somebody else. (And I will gladly share what I know of Santa Claus and The Tooth Fairy with your children if given the chance.)