A kitten.

You know what? Yes. I did. I did it. I got a kitten. In the midst of all this (out there) and all this (in here) I went ahead and did that anyway.

Everyone is saying things like 'the horrors persist and so do I' and I applaud it I swear I do but I'm not in the mood to persist. I promise to call my representatives and I vow to keep fighting and I won't stop checking my privilege.

But honestly. Truly. I'm ready for things to feel easy. Or at least fun. Hard but hilarious would do.

I said yes to my kids and their evergreen pleas for a kitten because I'm ready now, I guess. To admit that chaos was always the default. To point my feet downstream for once. To see their childhoods slipping by and grab a little piece of the thread for a moment, consequences be damned.

Something like…no time is the right time and time is what we are constantly losing but I wanted a win.

I'm ready for a kitten to fuck up the entire house. To deeply disturb my adult cat and make us all laugh. The hustle? Don’t know it, don’t want it. Allergic to cats? Yes, extremely. And yet.

Here she is. I'm committed to a practice of watching a baby animal joyfully chase a cork for 2 hours and call it a day. I’m buoyed by the pure hearts of my children’s joy and the miracle of Zyrtec.

You know what? Yes. I did. A kitten. I got one. I wish one for you, too.