Monday, February 16, 2015

The Date That Would Not End

My husband has always been great taking our daughters out on special daddy-daughter dates, especially if one of them seems to be needing extra attention. Our younger daughter has been angry and emotional lately (both of her siblings spent time in the hospital this month, so it most likely stemmed from that), so Daddy took her on the best kind of date- the free kind.

They loaded up in the car with the plan of hanging out with the snakes at Pet Co. She really likes snakes, but due to my crippling fear of them, this is the closest she will ever get to having one. A little while after they left, I spotted them coming up to the door...with plastic sacks in tow. Lovely. So much for free.

"Mommy! Daddy got both of us girls fish!".

I cringed inwardly, but gave her my best smile. My mind wandered back to the first time we had a pet fish a few years ago, Cherry. A month after we got it, the fish jumped into the garbage disposal during the tank cleaning. We had to be sneaky and replace it. A few months later my oldest daughter was in the hospital for a few weeks, so nobody fed Cherry 2. When I found his rotting body, he had been dead for a long time. We ended up chucking the tank and all. I put off telling my daughters, until they finally asked where he was. I told them he passed away, was swimming in Heaven. I told them we buried him under the rose bush so we would think of him every time they flowers bloomed, or some kind of crap like that.

So, Daddy and the girls are putting their new fishes, Valentine and Peaches, in the tank. They seemed to hit it off. Until we found my oldest girl's fish dead the next morning. She was so upset, so Daddy took her to buy another one. She named it Cinnamon.

It died the next day.

I rushed out, once again, to replace the replacement fish. We opted to keep this death a secret and just buy a matching red fish. We slipped it into the tank, proud to not get caught. Until...

"Mom! My fish got HUGE! He must really like his food. This is so amazing!".

My husband and I shared a smile and a mental high five. We'll see how long this one lasts. Just to be safe, when I was offered the Pet Co membership card, I accepted. I guess parenting now means replacing a fish every other day.