This is for Liz…..
Remember back here when I posted about the fishes aka pishes, we bought at Wally World? Well, recently the status quo changed a bit.
The day started out craptasticly.
Joe, sweet hubby that he is, let me sleep in as late as possible before he headed off to work. He did this because he knew I’d be working a pick up shift overnight that evening. Love that man.
My plan was to get up, get my food, and get the kids to the park to run off their energy, AND pray that we all got a nap in.
But, from the start, this was not to be.
1st, I lost my glasses. And friends let me tell you, I’m probably legally blind without them. My eyes weren’t at all contact ready, because Mr. M has been wanting to feed every 2 hours overnight due to teething. So, the bags under my eyes looked like I’ve been on a 21 yrd olds drinking binge.
2nd, upon greeting sweet M & picking him up to snuggle, I discovered some lovely “gifts” he’d ever so carefully placed in his bottom region.
After changing him, his clothing, the diaper pad, AND my clothes, I proceeded to get the older boys clothes for the park. I looked at the fish, and noticed that Jack’s was laying sideways, pretty much begging for his last rites.
To be fair, I’d noticed him sporting spots the night before asked Joe if we should worry, but dismissed it because I was tired.
Now knowing that we had a flusher on our hands, I did what any mom would do, and called for back up. Joe said to get him another, and we agreed maybe a seperate tank would be better since they are supposed to have 1 gallon = to 1 inch of fish. Ours are an inch each, and therefore, we reasoned, too crowded.
As I was gently was breaking the news of the pending death, L came up stairs and informed me (and my nose) that he too had jumped on the crap wagon. This was only mildy dumbfounding because he’d been potty trained now for a while, but his stools had been a bit looser the last few days, so I reasoned that was the cause.
I cleaned him up, tubbed him, and still tried to balence a sassy 8 month old (crap… he’s 8 months… hold me), comfort a 5 yr old wondering how in the world flushing the fish would get it to heaven, and still not being able to see much in front of me.
Friends, all this happened in the first 45 min of being awake.
We went to walmart and on the way there, we OVERLY discussed the fish and why he may have died, and if he’d get to heaven. Jack also then stated that he was “glad for his fish because it would be with our baby sister and Jesus. I bet my sister is beautiful mom, I can’t wait to meet her. Will you tell her hi for me when you get there? Do you know Tukey that she has angel wings and protects us from monsters….”
Yeah, thank goodness for sunglasses, because somehow a dead fish made me cry.
After a nutty ride in the shopping cart, the fish made it home safely, but not without a quick stop at the park. Upon arrival, karma was once again showing it’s PMS to me. I hadn’t even gotten Max strapped in the stroller before Luke took a fall that required a bandaid on both knees and one on his hand.
Here’s the new guy….
When we got home I made the excutive decision, that I would flush the newly deceased and not make a big deal about it. Thankfully, Jack didn’t either.
While I’m still unsure of his name, here is the new guy. I pray he makes it longer then 18 days.