Oh yes, the topic I was getting to - how convenient!
Despite years (literally - Teresa started this around the time she turned 3) of protestations on my part, the kids have finally managed to talk me into getting them pets.
I love cats; Steve hates them - but Teresa is severely allergic anyway, so there went that option. I don't like dogs at all; Steve doesn't mind them, but doesn't really want one of our own at this point, so that idea was nixed as well. Ditto anything resembling a rat (of the non-Pixar variety - LOL) so no hamsters, mice, gerbils, etc. My brother and I had parakeets when we were kids, and I'm sorry to admit, the poor things would have lived in their own filth if my grandmother didn't come over and clean the bird droppings out on a regular basis. Hermit crabs - what's the point? If you have to remember to take care of a pet, it might as well actually do something interesting! And as for iguanas, lizards, and snakes - well, I saw an $800 green python at the pet shop, and put it this way: with apologies to any readers who might be animal-rights types, the only python I'd ever pay nearly a grand for would have a handle, a zipper, and the Gucci logo.
So what does that leave us with? Teresa and Maddy, discouraged at my reflexive "no" to each animal they suggested as they went down the list, noted my ever-so-brief hesitation after they said "Fish?" and immediately jumped on it like, well, a shark seizing bait.
"Fish! Fish! Mommy, you said OK! Fish - YAY!"
"Wait a second! Who said OK? I did not say OK!"
"Well - you didn't say no right away!"
"I was thinking."
"So that means yes!"
I admit, the "cons" of fish were not as readily apparent to me as those of the other pet contenders. I mean, fish are not outrageously expensive, they're not high-maintenance, they don't smell, you don't have to walk them or scoop up their poo, they don't need grooming or vet visits, and they're actually kind of pretty. So I was getting desperate.
"Well - you have to feed them. See, they're a pain. You have to remember to feed them twice a day. And, you still have to clean up after them. I mean, it's not as bad as a litter box, but they still poo!"
And then Teresa said it - one of those lines you write down in their baby books, that makes you laugh until you can't possibly say no. Maddy was just dancing around singing, "Fish fish fish, fish fish fish...." but Teresa looked right at me with all the righteous indignation a 4-year-old could muster, hands on her hips, and said,
"You know what, Mommy? You are NOT listening to me. I don't mind those things. I don't care about the feeding. I don't care about the cleaning. I don't even care about the pooping. I ONLY CARE ABOUT THE FISH-HAVING!"
So that's how I've ended up making 3 trips, in as many days, to Big Al's Aquarium Supercenter in East Norriton, PA, home of a ginormous 5,000-gallon shark tank which the kids can gawk at as you find 5,000 ways to spend way more than you need to on your new pets, which, in the span of 15 minutes of salesmanship from one of Big Al's finest, have somehow mysteriously morphed from a couple of goldfish in a bowl to a state-of-the-art tropical aquarium setup which, as I have discovered, A) costs you so much, you find yourself very, very relieved that your husband will be on another continent when you tell him how much the kids' new pets cost, and B) you need a marine science degree to set up when you get home.
And we still have no actual fish, so we're slated for trip #4 in the morning, this time hopefully to introduce some inhabitants to our lovely tank before, after all this, the kids lose interest.
Why does our aquarium have no fish in it yet? Because I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing, and I'm terrified of killing the kids' new-but-immediately-beloved pets. And of course Steve is gone - I should have done this when he was home, but the kids didn't want to wait anymore (this is a joint birthday present for all three of them, and I've been promising since before Maddy's birthday that we'd go get the fish "any day now.")
So here I am, lugging a 30-gallon tank in from the car (which, incidentally, my friends Naomi and Greg told me is way bigger than the "starter tank" I asked for at the store - boy, Al must have seen me coming) along with all the necessary equipment, chemicals, and tools, and then sitting in the kitchen at midnight, trying to nurse a baby while studying a scintillating copy of "Getting Started with Your Freshwater Aquarium."
I am quite proud of myself though - at this point, with only a minimal number of Internet searches and calls to Big Al, I believe I have correctly set up and filled the tank, treated and tested the water, installed the power filter and heater, and introduced a refrigerated packet of...um, live bacteria to start the process of....whatever the whole biological process that is supposed to start in there is. See how much I've learned?
My one remaining problem is that the water temperature is not getting quite high enough, despite setting the heater to the desired level. So I'm trying setting the heater higher and then seeing what it actually measures on the thermometer across the tank. Provided I get the water temperature up in time, I am also terrified of tomorrow's adventure: the whole procedure of getting the fish home and then slowly introducing them into the tank (acclimating them by slowly adding tank water into their bags at set intervals). Big Al's salesperson tells me this process is extremely stressful for the fish, and can make them susceptible to illness as a result, if done improperly or too quickly. I can just see it now: my kids' fish on a little subterranean therapist's couch saying, "It was that woman, their mother! It's all her fault! We had so much stress in our lives because she didn't get us off to a good start in that new tank, and then, well, our immune systems were just shot to hell after that...."