Cats and lists
The other night my oldest daughter came downstairs holding her big kitty. It is stuffed, of course. I would never have a real cat in my house, because a) they are evil, and 2) my dog would kill it. My dog is a very sweet little thing that's friendly to everybody - but a cat shows up, and she's psycho dog from hell. But I really don't like cats, which seems to be the general feeling among posters on this blog. But my daughters LOVE kitties. "They are soooooo sweeet!" "We can put Maggie outside!" "Come on, Mommy, can't we bring this kitty home?" "Why can't we have a cat?" "Amy has a cat." And my personal favorite: "When I grow up and get my own house, I'm going to have a cat." And that is fine with me. When you grow up, do whatever you want in the cat department. Go ahead and discover the evils of all things feline. I'm pretty sure that now my oldest is compiling a list of things she's going to have when she grows up that her mean mother vetoes. Which reminds me - I wonder how I'm doing on the list of things I would always do/have when I grew up? You know, that magical time when nobody could tell me what to do anymore. My Non-Comprehensive List of: When I Grow Up, I Will: 1. Eat sugar cereal every day. Preferably Crunch Berries. (I actually do usually have Crunch Berries in the house now. I just really like them, though it's by no means my daily breakfast). 2. Not make my children take lessons of any sort. No dance lessons, no piano lessons, nothing that seriously cuts into their play time. (I have, of course, changed my mind on this one). 3. Make my children lunches every day, and those lunches will include all things COOL, including chips AND drinks. I will NOT tell my kids just to get water from the fountain, while all their friends pull out their groovy Capri Suns. (The irony in this one is that I actually began to do this - with water bottles to drink, because it turns out that Capri Sun=not so good for you - and then my daughter requested hot lunch, because NOBODY brings cold lunch to school. Sigh....) 4. Never be late. Ever. And I will NEVER pick up my children 20 minutes after everyone else has gone home. (I'm doing pretty well on this one. I am occasionally late, but it is by no means a chronic thing, and I do always pick my kids up on time). 5. Keep my house clean and organized. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) I have a friend who buys tons of fruit roll-ups because her parents would never buy them for her. I have another friend who spends too much money on cars because she was embarrassed at the clunker her parents always drove around. Not a financially wise decision, but a very emotional one. And one gal I know won't iron anything, ever, because her chore was to iron all the linens in the house, and she had to do it every week, and now the mere thought of ironing makes her ill. So I wonder if my daughters will turn into crazy cat ladies, with 30 cats around, just because they could never have one growing up. I wonder what they will hate and resent about how I raised them, and in what form it will manifest itself - i.e. massive amounts of fruit roll-ups in the food storage. Heaven help me. And heaven help all parents who mess up their kids without knowing it. So I guess that means - God bless us, every one.