I should be making my dessert for Thanksgiving Day dinner tomorrow while Emily naps, but I need to vent first. A friend of mine just posted on FB this picture of a dog that says, "don't tell me I am not a mom just because my kids have four legs and fur". Then it goes on to say how much they do for their animals; bathing them, feeding them, taking care of them, etc, and then says "I am their mom and they are my kids".
I am probably taking this way more seriously than it is meant to be, but it kind of pisses me off. To compare a pet to a child is ludicrous. I love my cats, and I dread the day they pass away. I've had Zoey since he was a kitten, for many years it was just the two of us and I will be devestated when he dies. He is 12 years old, so it's something I think about it, especially when I see him sleeping more, and slowing down. I do agree that pets aren't just an animal and they are a member of the family.....but, they are not kids. When my cats die, I will be very sad. I will cry and probably be pretty sad for a few days. I will always remember them, they have distinct personalities, they cannot just be replaced with new cats. But life will go on, and we would probably eventually get another cat.
But when a child dies, a part of you dies with them. You never recover from the death of a child, you aren't just sad for a while, you are broken, crushed, and will never be the same. I know everyone grieves differently and despite being an animal lover myself, I am sure there are those that would grieve deeper than I would for a pet, but if you become depressed, can't get out of bed for months and months because you lost a pet, you probably need some sort of psychological help.
And let's not even talk about losing one, let's talk about the love. As I said, I love my cats, they've added lots of joy to my life, but they cannot even begin to compare to the amount of love I feel for my daughters. Being a parent is the toughest job on earth, so to say that being a pet parent is the toughest job on earth is complete bullshit. Do you lie awake at night worried about your pet? Do you feel guilty because you couldn't do something that you absolutely should not feel guilty for? Do you compare your pets to other people's pets and worry about their developement, their health, their happiness? Now granted I have not been through this part yet myself, but having once been a teenage girl, I don't look forward to being on the mom side of the teenage years, but do you spend years trying to do what is right for your pet, worrying about them non-stop, having them hate you for several years, desperately waiting for them to grow up and come back to you? Do you worry about raising your pets to be kind, happy, compassionate, well rounded individuals, seeing every one of their failures as nothing but your own failure? Do you send them out into the world everyday, worried that something will happen to them, worried someone will be mean to them, worried they'll be mean to someone, worried that others judge you for how you choose to raise them? No? Then having pets is not the same as being a parent to children.
It's fine to love your pet and say they are your babies.....but to say you are just as much a mother to pets as someone is a mother to a child is just absolutely ridiculous. Except of course for the people that shouldn't even own a pet rock. I know some parents of children don't even deserve the title of parents, but that's another rant.
So we survived our first overnight away from Emily. It was fun, and I honestly wasn't worried about her at all. It was hard saying goodbye to her, I gave her a million hugs and kisses but I knew she was in good hands. The only thing that made me sad was they took her to the funeral home because my MIL's cousin had died, and she said she felt like she was searching all of the faces in the room for us. I am not upset that they took her, but I am sure if they were home the whole time she would have been fine, but it makes me sad to think she was wondering where we were, and hoping to see us in that crowd of people.
So we checked into the hotel around 5 and went to our room. It was a very nice room, I'd venture to say it was one of the nicest rooms we've ever had. Our room even had a doorbell, I thought that was pretty cool. It doesn't take much to impress me. I got the Executive Room package, which to my confusion was the same price as a Deluxe room, but the Executive package came with snacks in the Butler's Lounge that night and breakfast the next day. The snacks were decent, the breakfast was not. So we had our snacks, and then went to the casino floor.
I lost $20 in a slot machine but then played another $20 and won $60. Then we lost some at roulette, and then we lost some on another slot. By then it was time for the Boys II Men concert. They were really good, they did all the good songs but their concert was a bit different from when we saw them last year in Vegas. During the song I'll make love to you, they come out into the audience and passed out roses. I was pregnant last year and wasn't about to go fight a crowd of women for a rose, so I was like oh I'm getting one this time. In Vegas it was like a big auditorium so they came off stage and walked up the aisles. But this time the venue was like a small concert venue so the stage was very high up and we were off to the side on like a mezanine level. We had great seats, but they wouldn't be coming near us with roses. They just handed them out to the people on the floor in front of the stage. I was jumping up and down, waving my arms in the air and they did toss a few to our section, the woman in the row ahead of ours got one, but no rose for Amy :( I was bummed. But after the concert my darling husband did go down to the main floor and got me a few rose petals that had fallen off, so dammit I got something.
We both had two long islands during the concert, they were yummy and I hadn't been buzzed in a long time, so that was fun. Afterward we went back to the casino floor, I had a Vodka Cranberry and I said I wanted to find a slot machine, put in some money, and play the max bet until the money ran out. So we put in $30 and on my second bet I won some sort of prize where you pick five treasure chests, so from that I won 15 free games. From that, I won $150. So we cashed out and took our happy butts back to our room. So I think in total we got our money back and won about $90.
So then we were in for the night. I took a bath in the nice big tub and then cooled off in the shower....I love trying out hotel showers...it's the first thing I do when I get to a room is check out the bathroom. Then we ordered room service and I didn't eat very much but I felt so full and bloated. It might have been from drinking too. So as if I am not old enough, I was hungover before we even went to bed. I didn't know that was possible. I didn't feel well and had a headache so I didn't sleep well. It was my only complaint of the evening, I was really looking forward to a sleep where I didn't have to worry about getting up for Emily. But all in all it was a fun night, Emily had a good time at home with Nana and Papa. Nana brought over a hand print kit so they made us an ornament of her hand print, and they said she went down with no problems and never woke up in the middle of the night. What a good girl we have.
Oh, the highlight of my night, not once, but twice, two separate security guards pointed at me and said I need to see her ID....they didn't want to see Ryan's but they wanted mine, that just made my night, especially since I am older than Ryan. Only by four months, but still, I thought it was cool.
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