It's that magical time of summer when this stay-at-home mom starts to loose her frigging mind. Too much together time plus not enough alone time equals lots of crazy.
Today Violet declared that it was "Pets Day". I took it with a grain of salt - some days are "Pink Shirt Day" or "Blue Socks Day" - so I just assumed that we were going to be carrying around a set of stuffed animals that were her pets. No, that was not it at all. She totally expected that we would be picking out a puppy today.
Our last cat died a while ago and the kids have been begging for a dog. I am so not interested in having three kids (one still in diapers) and a dog in our townhouse. I don't want to take care of another living thing right now - especially not a dog. I would be all in for a new cat - they are so much easier than dogs, but my husband is allergic to cats and is enjoying living without one for the first time since we moved in together in 1997.
I had to explain to Violet that, despite it being "Pets Day," we would not be getting a puppy today. Grand theatrical crying ensued. "But whhhhhhyyyyyyyy?" I was really trying to be gentle with her, I gave her all that crap that parents tell their kids about the great responsibility that comes with being a pet owner. Dogs are a lot of work and that Mommy was already pretty busy taking care of three little girls. You have to feed dogs, walk them and pick up their poop. On and on.
She was very thoughtful about it. She said, "Well, I could feed it and walk it. And Lorelei - you could pick up the poop!" Problem solved.
Still, we did not get a dog. Luckily though, I have been informed that tomorrow is also Pets Day.