Since it’s Memorial Day and I am spending my third day in a row at the pool, I thought you might enjoy this post from my archives. Throw a veggie burger on the BBQ for me, will ya?
Where else do people wear so little clothing in public? Even at the gym you don’t see this much thigh.
Seriously, teenage girls? The string bikini tops and short-shorts weren’t revealing enough? You had to roll down the waistband, too?
When did I get to be such a prude? I went topless on a beach in France once. Boy, that was a mistake. They don’t make sunscreen strong enough to protect some body parts.
My back feels like it’s getting burnt. How can that clear spray-on sunscreen possibly work?
Poor Riley. He’s cursed with my red hair and pale skin. And guys can’t even use self-tanner without being mocked. Unless they’re on “Dancing with the Stars.”
Man boobs are so much worse than beer bellies.
I’m really glad my 5yo can swim and that there are competent lifeguards here, because I’m so busy keeping my toddler above water I don’t even know where Miles is right now.
I know the lifeguards are competent because last week when I turned my back for a second and Riley took that opportunity to throw himself into the pool, a lifeguard got to him before I could. Whew.
Just how much pool water can a small child drink before he explodes?
You would think after 3 hours of vigorous swimming and playing in the hot sun, my kids would have used up their energy for the day. You would be wrong.
Why do they always eat every single snack I brought within the first hour?
Why do they always want to play with everyone else’s pool toys, and never the huge bag full of THEIR toys I lug here day after day?
Why do we come all the way to the pool so they can do things they could do at home, like play with trucks and dig in the sandbox?
Look at those people with their chairs and their books. Sitting. Reading. Someday that’ll be me. Someday…