Thursday, June 16, 2011
Here We Go AGAIN!
Yes....my husband is allowing another animal into my home, one that is weak against the fury of an unforgiving master. It's my neighbor's fault. They went and got a hamster for their cute little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls. Sweet girls with only the best intentions for their new ball of fluff. That got my boys into a frenzy. They've been on a hamster kick now for the past couple of months. Slowly, Greg came around and starting campaigning for them. I, on the other hand, am campaigning on the hamster's side. I know what's going to happen to that poor thing. The boys swear they will protect it with their own lives against the misdeeds of big sister, but she's too smooth, I don't trust her. In fact, I'm taking bets on how long it will all last. Anyone want in?
Trust me...I am fighting this even now. With Father's Day coming up, I thought I had a fool-proof way of stifling this fight. Every holiday that Greg gets a gift, he wants a new game for his PS3. He has it decided on months, if not a full year, in advance. He counts down...sometimes he purchases them without my knowing before I get a chance to because he can't stand the waiting. Oh brother. Is there anything in my life that gets me so riled up? nah. can't think of anything.
This time I thought I had him--OK, Greg...you want the kids to have a hamster? Then you'll have to use your Father's Day game money to pay for all the stuff because I'm not funding this disaster-waiting-to-happen. (remember the mice? $60 for 3 mice that lasted 3 mos...including their stinkin' pinkies.)
Aha! I got him. Then the kids caught on--Yay Daddy wants a hamster for Father's Day! We'll get him one..a black one! Can we go now? When can we pick out daddy's hamster gift?
Chuckling, I tell them - No way is your father going to be willing to give up a game for a dumb hamster. Sorry, guys....
Then Greg came around.
And around again.
To where Kindsay is already counting on it and even shopping for it.
See the picture at the top? That's what I found on my computer one night. Yes, Kindsay is shopping for ferret harnesses because they are the closest size to a hamster and she plans on taking her hamster for a walk. I just looked at her. I'm picturing this gargantuan girl (she's like 5'8") in her bra and underwear (have mercy on me) walking a three inch hamster around the house (reality show here we come)...every step she takes takes the hamster a whole minute to clear before she can move on. *sigh*
I see ferret harnesses all over the computer...different sizes, colors, shapes...are you KIDDING me?
I can already smell the hamster cage, hear the fights over who holds it but who has to clean the cage, cries over where the hamster went because Kindsay let it out to stretch (thinking it would willingly return home to it's cage), and the anger of why did we let Kindsay touch it because now it's dead?
Kindsay is absolutely positive she will not hurt it. She has been scouring the Internet for weeks now, hunting for supplies, cages, hamster care information, etc. She swears she will only be a loving mother and will give it only the best of care.
I'm starting to give in, thinking maybe she's ready and has had enough bad experiences. I'm starting to warm up realizing that the boys will keep a watchful eye on it. I start having sympathy for Kindsay who just so desperately wants to love something and will never have a baby of her own (if I can help it). Only to be stopped in my mind tracks once again.
Last night Kindsay burst into the kitchen with new information. She found baby rabbits online. She found little cute bunnies that she wants so so so bad. (she had a bunny in her last class she called Panda Foo Foo and she was the main caregiver.) I start shaking my head...no no no no! I'm not willing to even discuss having a rabbit. They stink even more, they poop more, they are larger. NO!
Kindsay is quickly frustrated with my ignorance--Mom! I don't want to have it for a pet! Gosh! There's a recipe on the Internet for rabbits! The computer says you can EAT them, geez Mom!
uh-oh..I smell trouble, or is it hamster stew?