I didn't realize, when I took on the role of Mommy that there would be so many things in my job description that I didn't expect.
Sure I've swabbed poopy behinds, and more puke than I care to recount. Sure I've dealt with squabbling and screamers, but I expected that.
The latest one that has me flummoxed... Sea monkeys. Every kid growing up who has ever seen a comic book has seen the ad in the back for sea monkeys. You didn't have red blood in your veins if you didn't want your own tiny tank of sea monkeys. My sister in law got some serious "cool aunt" points for getting the girls sea monkeys for Christmas.
We've successfully raised them. We've even successfully bred them and there are baby sea monkeys swimming around now. Of course with this duration of success, the tank was getting a little gross, so I dumped in some fresh water, but how to get rid of the goop on the bottom? I thought back to my days of having an aquarium and remembered the vacuume sucky thing that cleaned out the bottom and came upon the idea of using a miniature version thereof, to wit, a straw. I thought I could just delicately suck sea monkey poop up into the straw a couple of inches and then blow it out into the sink.
It was a good plan.
I sucked too hard and wound up with sea monkey poop IN MY MOUTH!
I have now found the limits to my dedication to my children. Their sea monkeys can drown in their own poop, but I'm not cleaning that thing again.
1 comment:
Ah, haven't we all raised those sea monkeys! In our family, my red-headed special person knocked over the jar of those highly trained monkeys (They do tricks!! They come to you when you call them!) thus saving me from the agony of sucking up the poop. I think we were all relieved when Jeremy relieved us of those critters. Next were gerbils, who reproduced exponentially. Finally gave it all up and got the damned dog everyone wanted in the first place.
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