We are two weeks into working towards a reward in this house, and I’m almost afraid we will get there.  My daughter has been absolutely begging for her own pet rodent, specifically a guinea pig.  She’s been begging for a while, a very long while, but, Eww.  (Insert total body shudder here.) 

Now, I’m an animal lover; don’t get me wrong.  We’ve always had dogs, cats, and even fish.  But, I’ve never been a fan of the caged pet, especially those in the rodent family.  It just doesn’t seem like very much fun to me to live your life in such a small space, and to be dependant on another being for habitat cleanliness.  On top of that, I don’t really enjoy cleaning habitats in general-mine or any one else’s.  And, I have this small hunch that if my super organized and clean daughter had such a habitat in her room, I would be the one in charge of its cleanliness.  The rodent’s cleanliness, specifically.

But, in a moment of weakness, I accepted her challenge.  Instead of just a blanket “no,” I made a deal.  If she showed responsibility in the form of a reliable change in behavior-specifically by keeping her room clean-I would cave and buy the small mammal. 

Honestly, I didn’t think she would pull it off.  It’s not that I’m pessimistic by nature, it’s just that I know my daughter.  She can implode a room in two seconds flat-just by unloading her backpack.  There was no way she could keep her room clean, neat, and organized for THIRTY DAYS.

We are on Day Seventeen.

I’m scared we may have a new member of the family soon, and while I applaud her efforts and welcome the change in behavior….Ewww!

I’m just imagining the scurrying and scampering and snuggling that might happen in just a few short weeks.  It won’t be long before I’m insane.