Little did I realize what I was getting into with this one.
Many of you know that I recently became the proud boarder of a dog. I would say owner, but actually it is my daughter's dog. I get the dubious honor of paying for her medical bills, food, and training, but I don't get to claim the dog as my own.
In truth, I enjoy dogs, so this "hardship" is a bit tongue in cheek. She is turning into a good girl and I am glad to accommodate her. Truly.
But the Sea Monkeys? What was I thinking?
My youngest received a gift card for Target and, having the impulse control of a five year old, he was practically salivating to use it. There was a toy he had been wanting to purchase for quite a long time and now he had enough money to do so. Huzzah!
No problem. I needed to pick up some vacuum cleaner bags anyway, so we could kill two birds with one stone and both walk away happy. How often does THAT happen?
We walked into Target and I generously let him go to his section first. He found the proper aisle, pulled the toy off of the shelf and declared that it wasn't as cool as he had thought it would be. The commercial had made it look wonderful. In reality, it was a plastic fist in box.
Decidedly un-thrilling.
I was a bit proud that he was discerning enough to notice and change his mind.
Unfortunately, his discernment led to the portion of the day that we call the "glazed-eyes-toy- wander". Not quite the Trail of Tears, but painful nonetheless.
We hit each aisle. He weighed the pros and cons of each potential purchase like an investor in a down market. He studied. He hemmed and hawed. There was pacing and I may have heard the gnashing of teeth. Meanwhile, my 10 minute trip to the store was s-l-o-w-l-y stretching into 45 minutes. And I still didn't have my vacuum cleaner bags.
He decided on a small Nerf gun (cool because he could clip it to his belt loop and be stealthy) and the Sea Monkeys.
"They really aren't that interesting. They're just brine shrimp, not monkeys," I shared.
"BRINE SHRIMP???? COOOOOL!"
Ummm...that one backfired. Bad mommy moment.
At that point I just wanted to get my bags, get home and catch up with work.
"How long can brine shrimp last?", I thought.
Wellll...................
It has been several weeks and they are doing just fine, thank you very much. In fact, they may be colonizing and I can swear there are a few new babies in there.
At this rate I will have to find a monkey sitter to watch them when we go on vacation this summer. Or I suppose I could board them.
Does Pet Smart do Sea Monkey daycare?
And by the way....Target doesn't carry my vacuum cleaner bags.
Thanks for popping in!
Until next time, happy parenting...errors and all.
Theresa
Many of you know that I recently became the proud boarder of a dog. I would say owner, but actually it is my daughter's dog. I get the dubious honor of paying for her medical bills, food, and training, but I don't get to claim the dog as my own.
In truth, I enjoy dogs, so this "hardship" is a bit tongue in cheek. She is turning into a good girl and I am glad to accommodate her. Truly.
But the Sea Monkeys? What was I thinking?
My youngest received a gift card for Target and, having the impulse control of a five year old, he was practically salivating to use it. There was a toy he had been wanting to purchase for quite a long time and now he had enough money to do so. Huzzah!
No problem. I needed to pick up some vacuum cleaner bags anyway, so we could kill two birds with one stone and both walk away happy. How often does THAT happen?
We walked into Target and I generously let him go to his section first. He found the proper aisle, pulled the toy off of the shelf and declared that it wasn't as cool as he had thought it would be. The commercial had made it look wonderful. In reality, it was a plastic fist in box.
Decidedly un-thrilling.
I was a bit proud that he was discerning enough to notice and change his mind.
Unfortunately, his discernment led to the portion of the day that we call the "glazed-eyes-toy- wander". Not quite the Trail of Tears, but painful nonetheless.
We hit each aisle. He weighed the pros and cons of each potential purchase like an investor in a down market. He studied. He hemmed and hawed. There was pacing and I may have heard the gnashing of teeth. Meanwhile, my 10 minute trip to the store was s-l-o-w-l-y stretching into 45 minutes. And I still didn't have my vacuum cleaner bags.
He decided on a small Nerf gun (cool because he could clip it to his belt loop and be stealthy) and the Sea Monkeys.
"They really aren't that interesting. They're just brine shrimp, not monkeys," I shared.
"BRINE SHRIMP???? COOOOOL!"
Ummm...that one backfired. Bad mommy moment.
At that point I just wanted to get my bags, get home and catch up with work.
"How long can brine shrimp last?", I thought.
Wellll...................
It has been several weeks and they are doing just fine, thank you very much. In fact, they may be colonizing and I can swear there are a few new babies in there.
At this rate I will have to find a monkey sitter to watch them when we go on vacation this summer. Or I suppose I could board them.
Does Pet Smart do Sea Monkey daycare?
And by the way....Target doesn't carry my vacuum cleaner bags.
Thanks for popping in!
Until next time, happy parenting...errors and all.
Theresa
Busy with Graduating Girls...
busy finishing up a fierce T-ball season....
busy helping in the school and having silly (and not very flattering) pictures taken of me while doing so.