My wife has accused me of loving my fish more than my children. This is simply not true, I love my children at least almost as much as my fish
In reality though, I may have a bit of a problem. It started out as a tank in the daughter's room. I soon noticed that I was spending a whole lot of time in the daughter's room staring at the tank. The problem was that I had to leave the room when it was time for her to go to bed. Soon, I had a second tank in the living room. Problem was, the living room is downstairs, while the office is upstairs. The next logical step was to put a tank upstairs in the office. Unfortunately, although the office is adjacent to the bedroom, the office tank is invisible from the bedroom, so now there's a tank in the bedroom as well. My wife made me put the brakes on when I suggested tanks for the kitchen and the bathroom. I didn't see it as a problem, but apparently she did, for some unknown reason.
The final step (so far) was the 5g minibow corner desk tank that I have at work.
I believe the official medical term for this malady is MTS, or Multiple Tank Syndrome. Fortuantely, there is no cure (except budgetary concerns, of course. But then again, do the children
really need to eat this month?).