It might seem that I have been writing every day like I did last month.
But Mr. Shife's April Antics 2016 - April 8 was redundant, and Mr. Shife's April Antics 2016 - 4/8 was too busy. Maybe Mr. Shife's April 8th Antics 2016?
On with the show.
Well on the last day of March - which was Kyle's birthday - it was, as you can imagine, a busy day. We wrapped up the festivities by having dinner at Red Robin and then came home.
The kids started getting ready for bed when we noticed Kyle's fish "Snowflake" needed his home cleaned. You can read the fish origin story here, http://www.mrshife.com/2015/07/random-acts-of-shifeness.html, if you need help with insomnia.
I went to work on cleaning the fish bowl when Hayden came into the kitchen and asked me where her fish was.
Her fish has been dead for months, and this is the first time she has asked about "Hot Cocoa" in months.
I could have sugar coated it.
I could have been a little more polite about it.
I certainly could have been a lot more compassionate about it.
But I wasn't
It had been a long day, and my dealing with shit meter was broken.
"Hayden, your fish is dead," I said.
And off she went to the couch in a hysterical rage.
Uncontrollable sobbing and pleas to the heavens followed.
Here's a terrible re-enactment as I was not allowed to film the event:
The crying was expected, but the part that had me and Mrs. Shife in stitches was when she was sitting on the couch in tears.
She kept reaching up towards the sky with her little outstretched fingers saying "Fishy come back to me."
Mrs. Shife held her.
Kyle consoled her by letting her know that her fish was in heaven.
And Mr. Shife just stayed in the kitchen because I was the big, bad jerk that killed her fish.
Did you miss me?
Hope you had a nice week.
Talk to you later.
I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.