Today was the start of the spring semester. Thank the gods! As much as I enjoyed having an extended break, I was definitely ready to get back to work. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family dearly, but there is only so much intensive family time I can take – especially if it is too cold for anyone to go outside.
A perennial debate in my household came up again while I was off: “Can we get a dog?” My answer has remained the same for five years…“Not another living thing that relies on me to continue living is coming into this house.” The typical response…“Pleeeeeeeze…we’ll take care of it! We promise!” And yet, I am strangely unmoved by this. Last week, I was watching The Middle, a sitcom chronicling the life of a “regular” family in the Midwestern US.
Squabbling kids, parenting challenges, stretching a paycheck…a lot of it feels really familiar. I die laughing when they get out the duct tape to run the dishwasher or pile up towels around the washing machine – for years, I piled up towels around the dishwasher rather than call a repairman to fix the leak. (It seems to have stopped leaking of late – it’s either a miracle, or an epic dishwasher geyser is just around the corner!)
This season, Frankie (Patricia Heaton), the mother character on The Middle, found and then adopted a stray dog who growled at everyone in the house but her, dubbing him Colin Firth. This absolutely cracks my husband up, and during last week’s episode he says, “Can we get a dog if we name it Richard Armitage?” Well played Obscurus, well played!
It was a valiant effort, but we’re still not getting a dog 😀