Last weekend, I hopped out of our car, (the beloved Estrogen Express) and popped into a craft store in search of some bling for Thing 2 to decorate her feather for the preschool turkey. Hubby and the kids drove down to the pet store for some fun of their own. Nextdoor is a Bath and Body Works. Now I love me a good perfumy lotion now and again. And I can think of few better ways to immerse myself in some holiday spirit than sampling the festively scented sprays, candles and whathaveyou. So after enjoying a luxurious 10 minutes or so of “me” time I emerged from B&BW, slathered in “holiday spirit” ie: vanilla bean noel, something pomegranate, vanilla bean noir, and anything else I could smear on my hands/wrists/arms. I reboarded the Estrogen Express to this:
Thing 1 and 2 in chorus: We got a FISH!!! Hey you smell good mommy!
Me: Wha?
Chorus: It’s a Betta! Daddy wanted to get one for each of us but the lady said one would eat the other!
Me: Is there a bowl?
Chorus: YES! And we got rainbow rocks and water conditioner and food and decorations!
Me: I am NOT cleaning the bowl.
Hubby: Really? Why not?
Me: Did you get one of those skimmer things to get the fish out when you clean the bowl?
Silence.
So that’s how “Fishy” (uber creative name I know) joined our clan. I guess it’s the price I pay for indulging in some “me” time during waking hours. It’s been a whole 5 days now since Fishy joined us. He was a bit sluggish to begin with but seems more normal now. And taking turns with feeding gives the kids something new to fight about.
Maybe I’ll warm up to this whole fish story. We’ll see. And I am NOT cleaning the bowl. Not.
As for running: I managed my first apres marathon speedwork the other day. 2×800 and 2×400…I know, setting the world on fire right? It’s amazing how quickly the body adapts to not doing any speedwork–these hurt! I figured maybe a few peppy spurts would possibly help me not be a total slug at the Turkey Trot next week. Although the trot is on trails and for now they’re forecasting rain/snow mix…good times.
Have a great weekend!
Good luck with Fishy!
it sounds funny about having fishy! you shoudnt clean the fish bowl I think hubby should good luck with fishy!
I guess you'll be afraid to spend much time at B&BW from now on!
Congrats on BQ'ing! : )
At least it's a fish. My brother came home with a baby chick last Mother's Day. They named it Nugget. Early one morning they discovered Nugget wasn't a girl chicken like they hoped for.
I've heard when you clean a fish bowl (which is hubby's chore) that you should retain some of the current fish bowl water and then add fresh. It helps the fish not go into shock or something like that.
Funny new addition to the FAM story. Your road to Boston was way to short. It took me 15 to BQ. You are a natural. Congrats!
GL with Fishy. I'm right there with you – no tank cleaning for me when we had a fish!
LOL. That's too funny that you ended up with a fish! I didn't mind cleaning the tank, but I hate scooping him out.
Which Turkey Trot are you running?
LOL! I LOVE this post, I'm sorry, but you just completely nailed my life down in one post. The husband is constantly getting things that require ME to do stuff with, and he always manages to pull that sort of stunt when I'm doing something marginally "self focused". i'm not saying it's selfish, I'm saying that if I spend too long, say, at the shoe store, on a run, out of the house without him – they'll go out for an errand and come home with a fish. Or something.
Oh, and bad news, our betta fish (SUPERFISH & PRINCESS ARIEL) lived for Years in two separate bowls. And no, I don't believe that my husband ever cleaned a bowl once. I agree with a previous poster, the scooping them out is the worst!
Just read this post. I had a beta fis once, his name was Felipe. And he was the most anti-social fish I knew. Just floated there, staring at the wall. I wasn't sad when Felipe swam on to nicer waters…
And I agree, the husband should be in charge of cleaning the bowl.