Fish puppies

I sit here, exhausted by the day that has already happened, watching my fish bite at each other. Nasty little things. Anyone who tells you that getting fish as pets just because they're 'low maintenance' has never taken care of fish. I was singing that tune a couple of years ago, but now I know. It's not the fish, per se, it's really the aquarium. Unless you get a huge aquarium, of course, let's say about 55 gallons, and then it is more about the fish. For that size tank, you really need a lot of fish. But the more fish you have, the dirtier it can get. Even if you have a good filtration system. Hence, the rub with the aquarium. Cleaning that thing is misery. I look at it now. It needs to be cleaned. I really need to clean it before we leave, which gives me tomorrow to play with. I have to get psyched up to clean the tank and that's probably the clearest sign of all that their maintenance is too high for me.

But, the kids like it. So, we'll keep it.

Although Christmas-time sparks notions of puppy dogs, I write this to document that the fish tank is enough. I have to be strong, not this Christmas but I guarantee you next, and put my foot down. Until someone is able to help me clean the fish tank, they're not old enough to help keep up with a puppy. I'm rambling.

We have lots to do before we leave for a week. Clean, pack, wrap, wash, dry, fold. Watch the Cowboys win. The important things in life.

Max who now weighs 17.1 and is in the BIG 5th percentile (that's right, 5), and his brother Nick, who now weighs 14.14 and is NOT even on the charts, are crying now, so I must go and take care of that.