September 18, 2007

Its 2:45am and I just walked over by our fish tank and realized its been a while since we've fed him. "A while" means that its been so long that I don't remember. So I turned his light on, tapped on the glass, and put some food in. No sign of little Nemo. He's in his little ceramic light house. So I start frantically shaking the aquarium...still no Nemo. What the hell am I supposed to do with a dead fish. Fish that are alive are nasty enough....but a DEAD one, what am I supposed to do with that? This is when Joe is supposed to walk in and dispose of it. Not me. And what about the kids? Camryn is already turning in prayer requests at school for my childhood dogs, Rags and Jo-Jo. One who died and one who ran away. How is she going to react to her very own pet dying? She reminds me daily that Nemo is her first pet, and how special he is to her. How am I supposed to explain to her that momma killed him? Oh, wait....it is her pet. I can totally avoid blame for this. She was the one who was supposed to feed him afterall, right? So what if she can't reach it without my help. She is 5 years old now....she needs to take some responsibility. This is totally NOT my fault.