All right, this guy may be moving in – in 20 days if my pals play their cards right.

Dad said if the kids were good and behaved for 20 days in a row, we could get a hamster.  That means my pals have to sleep in their own beds for the ENTIRE night, share their toys, eat all their dinner, not hit each other with toys OR hands, not talk “toilet talk”, keep their pants pulled up during dinner and not knock their baby brother down.  Oh yeah, they also have to wipe their own asses.

We already named him Curtis.  See you in 20 days Curtis.  This is exactly 480 hours.  28,800 minutes.  Wait, who am I kidding?  The chance of Curtis showing up here in the next 20 YEARS is slim to none.

Tonight, I was having a talk with my pals while they were in the tub about how I was disappointed on the lack of listening and fighting and just overall “not being good” today.  LA looked at me with his giant black olive eyes and I kid you not, said to me, “but Mommy, I am good when I am sleeping.”  No shit.  Although the other night he whizzed his bed so I could disagree.  It did make me laugh though.  I could not argue with that one.

I guess part of me would love to have perfectly behaved kids who eat all their pea’s and hug each other every 20 minutes but the the other part of me loves them just the way they are.  A little naughty and a lot funny.

There is a very slim chance we could get Curtis here in 20 days and I will do my best.  I think I want the damn teddy bear hamster more than the kids.  My husband is right though and I will admit it – he will end up taking care of the damn thing.  I can picture it now…..”what wood chip pee scent?  I don’t smell a thing.  What rusty wheel?  I don’t hear a thing.”

You know what I am most excited for?  This thing………

Which reminds me of the time my sister Sas took our hamster out back when we were little.  She wanted to get some sun by the pool with the hamster and then decided to go take a lunch break herself.  (She probably wanted mini corn dogs, one of those wheel barrel fake kool aid things and chips). The poor hamster rolled right into the pool while she was noshing. This is the same girl who whipped my cousin Kristen’s gerbil around by the tail like a lasso and the furry tip fell off.  Well, not fell off but ended up in her hand.  The hand that did the lasso move.  If I remember correctly, it looked like a hairy candy corn.

Should I be concerned that my daughter looked at me the other day out of nowhere and said to me, “Sas is my best friend.”  Sas is my best friend too so maybe I should be concerned about both of us.

I want to see Curtis peeling around my house in that platic ball.  I am not sure who will love the little gentleman in the ball more – me, my giant baby who looks like Chucky today or our insane Jack Russell, Enzo.

So, who is with me?  I am TEAM CURTIS.  My husband said I have to be all official and get a poster board chart and keep track of the days via stickers.  This sticker part is right up my alley but the 20 days, not so much.

So today, February 5th is day one.  Wish us luck……and why do I have a feeling every little tiny teddy bear hamster at every PETCO within a 5 mile radius is hoping to dear God this lady does not walk back in with her gaggle of pals.

You know you love it.  And yes, I do look like Homer Simpson.