Pets are not like babies......enough!

Dear Public, (Especially the lady that insists on talking to me on the LIRR)

I assure you, having a baby and being a parent is much much different than having even a pet, even a needy dog. (the lady on the LIRR says she has a needy dog)

Yes, you got us on the fact that your pet needs to be walked, in all kinds of weather three times a day. Yes, they can chew on your favorite pair of shoes and wreck your apartment.

But, you do not have to:

--bath your pet daily
--fight with your pet to get out of it’s crib
--paint your pet’s toenails because it insists
--let your pet wear your shoes around the house, only to inevitably fall and hit their head
--worry about college costs
--shop for new clothes for your pet every three months (ok, wait this one is fun)
--worry about the amount of stimulation you are providing
--worry about the amount of TV she is consuming
--deal with temper tantrums
--have food throw at you
--have to keep your floors meticulously clean for fear that she will either put something horrible into her mouth, or pick up a million germs and get sick
--come to work sick so that you can save your real sick days for when your child is ill
--worry about getting professional photos taken and distributed among family members and friends to appear that you are a good mommy
--actually worry about you being a good mommy (or parent)
--actually worry if your spouse is being a good parent
--worry about fighting in front of your child with your spouse
--step over and on a various amount of toys and books to get to the bathroom

And the list can go on…….

Oh and for the record, MY morning was hectic because I had to, feed, bathe and clothe my child, get her lunch ready, and her bag for daycare, all the while being fought tool and nail…. because I had a doctor’s appointment for myself (gasp!) before I had to get on my train and go to work, which I could not be late for because I had an 11am meeting. I cannot believe that your morning had even half of this chaos.

And, my apologies to the Doctor’s office and the nice Doctor himself (I didn’t even get your name) for demanding that I be seen after waiting a half an hour, and refusing one of their tests simply because there was no time.

Cheers,
Frenzied Mom