If summer was a person, I'd be hanging onto her clothes right now, pulling on the back of her t-shirt so hard, I stretch it all out and ruin it...I'd be crying, screaming, wailing...
"Please don't go. Please don't go!"
I love summer.
I love vacation.
I love sleeping late.
I love my short to do list.
I love having Aaron to ourselves for so many evenings during the week.
I love the heat.
But only because I love the swimming pool.
When my kids grow up and think of summer, I know the first thing that will pop into their heads is the swimming pool.
We have lived there every summer since Anson was born.
My most precious summer memories have been at the pool.
Remembering when my kids have pooped in it.
No one likes it when their kid poops in the pool.
The whole place gets shut down and everyone there hates your family.
If our kids got caught pooping in the pool, I would never go back...I think I would ask Aaron if we could move out of the state. Seriously...people hate you that much.
I can see it now...Aaron sitting in an interview at a different job...
"So what makes you want to change jobs, Aaron?"
"My kid pooped in the public pool this summer...we had to leave town."
Our kids have CERTAINLY pooped in the pool before, but I'm sneaky...I always grab those little poop specks with my bare hands and get them out of the pool quick before anyone notices.
As a matter of fact, there's a big group of us that communicate our pool plans through email every day in the summer.
We love each other so much we not only swim together but we've been known to not only touch our own kid's floating pool poop...but to reach down, upon seeing poop specks floating out of a friend's kid's diaper and scoop that baby and that baby's poo out of the pool before anyone sees...using our bare hands.
That's the mom's version of Man vs. Wild. It's called Moms vs. the Lifeguard Whistle.
That's love for one another right there...
Like I said...every day, an email goes out that says something like this...
"We're swimming at Thomas Park pool today from noon-two, who's in?"
And then a large group of us descend on the pool, horribly outnumbered by our children...really, the child to mom ratio of our group is insane...
We eat lunch together, swim together, laugh together, encourage one another, say things like, "What's wrong with you today, you seem grumpy."
I love summer!