What a week
It's been a horrible week!
AND it wasn't because of bumping into Jamie at the fish counter in Sainsburys on a Sunday morning.
My son started High School last week, so we are all living through the traumas of his every emotion of trying to cope with a million class changes in a day, let alone find the required classroom, the huge quantities of homework everynight and making sure he has the right books for the right day and looks as presentable as I can get him when he walks out of the door at 8.15 every morning. (Now I know what they went through while I was studying!)
Or my husbands problems of working for a large organisation which just seems to build up massive piles of cr*p to throw at him every now and then (and far too frequently), and especially last week.
NO! But the absolute crescendo for last week was that 'Fish' (the gold goldfish) died last Thursday. My son was bereft. As were we, as he had been a family member for some years. So days of tearful eyes and woeful hearts, my son decided that a new friend for 'Bear' (the comet and sole survivor) might ease the pain. So on Sunday we purchased a new goldfish.
Great, we thought, everything back to normal.
The next day Bear starts to act a bit huffy. We thought he was just being a Thespian and he would get used to his new companion. The pair of them just skulked at the bottom of the tank looking thoroughly miserable.
Anyway, the next day he perked up, which confirmed our earlier suspicions. Then at tea time he gasped his last breath and died!
WHY?
So yet another evening of tears and 'why am I so cursed?' from my son, as well as one of the most violent thunderstorms of the year, which knocked Sky off, Vodafone and then finally the power.
To end this great tale, tonight it is Friday night, the start of the weekend, which will hopefully be tranquil and serene. The remaining fish (now called 'Fish 3') is looking well, so far, and has stopped skulking. We have promised my son that we will get another comet, BUT only if Fish reamins healthy over the next few weeks.
Fingers crossed.
AND it wasn't because of bumping into Jamie at the fish counter in Sainsburys on a Sunday morning.
My son started High School last week, so we are all living through the traumas of his every emotion of trying to cope with a million class changes in a day, let alone find the required classroom, the huge quantities of homework everynight and making sure he has the right books for the right day and looks as presentable as I can get him when he walks out of the door at 8.15 every morning. (Now I know what they went through while I was studying!)
Or my husbands problems of working for a large organisation which just seems to build up massive piles of cr*p to throw at him every now and then (and far too frequently), and especially last week.
NO! But the absolute crescendo for last week was that 'Fish' (the gold goldfish) died last Thursday. My son was bereft. As were we, as he had been a family member for some years. So days of tearful eyes and woeful hearts, my son decided that a new friend for 'Bear' (the comet and sole survivor) might ease the pain. So on Sunday we purchased a new goldfish.
Great, we thought, everything back to normal.
The next day Bear starts to act a bit huffy. We thought he was just being a Thespian and he would get used to his new companion. The pair of them just skulked at the bottom of the tank looking thoroughly miserable.
Anyway, the next day he perked up, which confirmed our earlier suspicions. Then at tea time he gasped his last breath and died!
WHY?
So yet another evening of tears and 'why am I so cursed?' from my son, as well as one of the most violent thunderstorms of the year, which knocked Sky off, Vodafone and then finally the power.
To end this great tale, tonight it is Friday night, the start of the weekend, which will hopefully be tranquil and serene. The remaining fish (now called 'Fish 3') is looking well, so far, and has stopped skulking. We have promised my son that we will get another comet, BUT only if Fish reamins healthy over the next few weeks.
Fingers crossed.
posted by NOT a happy bunny and cous! at 5:02 PM
1 Comments:
Good luck with fish 3! In a few short weeks your traumas will be over as your son settles down and gets to grips with it all...and it will become a distant memory! Hope things are going well for you Kim.
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