My husband and I don’t have disagreements very often. But when we do, they get a little heated. Especially when it comes to “The Talk.”
Over the past year, “The Talk” has repeated itself between the two of us with growing frequency. It’s been an ongoing battle that I realized, at some point, I might lose. The conversation has always gone something like this:
Husband: “I’ve been thinking about a baby…”
Me, cutting him off: “Really?? But I thought our family was the perfect size as is.”
Husband: “I know. It’s just that I’ve been thinking…”
Me: “About what?? Feedings? Cleaning up poop? The kids are finally at the age where they’re both sleeping through the night. Do we really want to be getting up in the middle of the night to…”
Husband, interrupting me: “I know. You’re right. Just think about it, though… okay?”
And I always say I’ll consider it. Even though, in the back of my mind, I knew there was no way I was ready. Yet.
But lately, my husband’s been playing hardball. He’s been recruiting the kids over to his side.
“Mom, they’re sooo cute!” Bobo would squeal every time she saw one.
“I like dohs!” Chip would exclaim.
And so it went. I was surrounded by relentless nagging, pleading and cajoling.
Finally, I cracked under the pressure. A few weeks ago, in a moment of weakness, we got wild and crazy.
And the result? Twins.
Meet the newest members of our family, Elmo and Grover.
For the record, my husband and kids have been pushing for a puppy. Yes. I’ve been fighting the battle over whether to bring another four-legged baby into our house. The fish were my pathetic attempt at a compromise.
And I have to say… while the thought of bringing yet another little one into our home made me a little nervous, they’ve been a welcome addition thus far.
They eat everything we put in front of them without complaint. I haven’t had to wipe one butt yet (and my husband’s promised me he’d clean out their bowls), nor have I had to get up in the middle of the night to let them out. They always use their inside voices. Really, if weren’t for the fact that we have to keep them in separate bowls so they won’t literally kill each other, they might be the perfect children.
And as for me?
I’m just thrilled that my counterattack worked. At least for now, the battle cries for a puppy have been silenced.
We’ll see how long that lasts.