Don't get me wrong-it was a good break. But I did NOTHING! I feel so guilty.
No closets got cleaned out, no projects got completed, only a little bit of laundry got done and I slept late. I got 2 books read and cheered Gregg on as he worked on his own projects. Me? Nope. Just laziness. Bummer.
I DID, however, make my oldest do some work. She was angling for a pet fish (Get it? Angling for a fish?) and so I took the Things to the library to do some research. For whatever reason, she was really wanting to get a Siamese Fighting Fish. Why she wanted to get this breed is beyond my comprehension, as this breed does very little. They hang out. According to my sister, Happi, their own fighting fish actually lies on the bottom of their tank (and yes, it is alive). Boring. Three days of living in our house and these fish don't even swim to the top of their tank in excitement over dinner arriving in the form of colorful flakes floating on top of the water.
So, in an effort for Cassidy to learn all about this fish, I made her do some research. I also made her write a paper. (Seriously. Can I help it if I'd hoped this would disminish the desire to be a fish owner?)
Unfortunately, nowhere in these books did it say, "THIS FISH WILL DO NOTHING FUN IN THE TANK . . . NO CARTWHEELS, NO TRICKS, NOTHING! IT WILL BORE YOU TO TEARS! GET SOME CUTE NEON TETRAS, INSTEAD!" Instead, she learned all about the aggression of the male species, the bubble nest for the eggs, the saliva in the bubble nest and that it eats blood worms.
Fish 2 appropriately belongs to Thing 2. She named him "Swimmy." It has turned out to be a great name for him, as he does indeed do some swimming. Truthfully, he is more active than the other new addition to our family. I really pushed for a more Nebraska-friendly name . . . like Husker, Big Red, Osborne or even Bo. No such luck. Swimmy it is.
Thing 1 will do everything to try and convince you that her fish (seen below yet unnamed as she has changed the name at least 92 times in the past 24 hours), is full of pep and lots of personality. Just this morning as she got ready for church, she was convinced that he was barking at her (in a fish sort of way), slamming his little slimy body against the side of the aquarium to try and get her attention and that he blew some bubbles at her. Right after she told me this, I ran outside and saw a pink elephant go down our street riding in clown car, all while being pelted with sleet and snow.
I know, it's all ludicrous of course. All except for the sleet and snow part. I only wish I was exaggerating on that one.
So, that in a nutshell is spring break from our house. Seven days and two fish later, life is good.
Lazy, too. Like a Siamese fighting fish. But good nonetheless.