What a God given gift the national chains of America bring to each of us! A return policy can be found on any receipt, some employees will give you a 15 second explanation if you've never heard it before, and sometimes it looks like small print hidden in mischievious places in a contract.
Have you ever tried to return something? Wal-Mart could care less if you bring back the object half broken they know you will come back and spend more money later. One time Hubby and I spent 2 hours at Wal-Mart returning a microwave with no receipt, no box, and no recollection of when we bought it. XXI will only take back clothing with a receipt within 30 days or you get a gift card when all you really wanted was CASH. Who made up these stupid rules anyways?
Last night, Hubby and I figured out that we are more than lucky to have a 14-day return on our guinea pigs. As we sat in bed watching a recorded X Factor while playing with Minx and Cheeky we realized Hubby's efforts to ease me into pet ownership was a total EPIC FAIL! Or maybe Cheeky is depressed because we chose the wrong buddy for her as so demonstrated by her lack of enthusiasm in EVERYTHING! Hubby asked me if I wanted to exchange her for maybe a more lively playmate and my first thought was Oh no...now's my chance to escape. Do I take it and run or just suck it up?
I'm totally running, like the wind during a hurricane in the Carribean! Hubby was saddened by my missed love connection with the small animals. I may not have that gene and he may just have to deal with that his whole life. Heck! He has enough of that gene for the both of us! To soften the blow Hubby added, "Well I guess it's a good thing since we won't have anyone to take care of them and feed them during the holidays when we are gone". My response in a soft monotone voice trying to hide my joy, "Yeah, that's right". We are impulse buyers by nature and Minx and Cheeky were impulsive decisions.
This got me thinking...what if Hubby and I bring children into this world and it's not what I imagine? There is NO RETURN POLICY and what you get instead are sleepless nights, cranky mornings, poopy diapers, vomit on your favorite shirt, loud obnoxious crying, a husband that seems to go deaf at night, and so much more. It is a 24/7/365/∞ <--- That's not very comforting although I'm sure the "Mommys" will tell me that the good outweighs the bad it hovers gloomily over my head. I really shouldn't be tossing this anxiety around in my head anyways, it won't be for another two years that Hubby and I have children. I guess I feel like to fit in with all the other married couples at church we need the one accessory they all possess: child(ren). Maybe it's the fact that I am turning 25 in a month which brings on a whole new level of emotions.
Or maybe I'm just not a pet lover/enthusiast and even though I tried for a split second for Hubby's sake it's just not gonna happen.