Poolside reflections

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The girls are taking swim lessons at the Y about 40 minutes from the farm. Driving 80 minutes, plus the 30 for the lesson, the 30 minutes of pool play time and the 45 minutes of prep/clean up was too big of a chunk of time for the Country Boy to use up so we came without him. That leaves me poolside with a smartphone and time on my hands. Clearly a dangerous combination.

So, here are some things I’ve thought about while my girls turn into guppies :

Swimsuit season is closer than I thought. I need to lay off the fried chicken and mix in more salads.

How is it that men seem to have no worries about how they look in swimsuits (at least the men that are swimming here today)? I need confidence like that.

Put a grumpy kid in water and they’ll smile within 5 minutes.

No matter what, everyone makes a Popeye face when swimming next to a kid whose feet are splashing.

Never wear a wool sweater to a swimming pool. Trust me on this one. If I stop the post mid-sentence it’s because I passed out.

One of the instructors here is in high school and has the health class “fake” baby for the weekend. I wonder what grade I’d get if I had to take that baby for the weekend. With my luck, Riley would chew on an arm…

For the record, way below the hip swimsuits only look good on buff men, guys. But like I said before, that fact doesn’t seem to prevent you from wearing them.

How is it that you can blink and your kids seem to grow 6″ taller?

Thank God I wear my hair short these days. Otherwise, my hair would be so frizzy I’d be stuck in the doorway.

It’s nice to be blazing warm and look outside to see clear blue sky and sparking snow. Summer and winter combined. I remember seeing a house on PBS where they had a pool with a retractable roof and sliding glass walls. The house was in the mountains so they had the ability to really be in nature. Loved it.

Four years ago, the girls nearly strangled me because they were so scared of water. Now they’re swimming the length of the pool. Happy they have that skill. Wistful that they don’t need me anymore.

Until they need some help pulling up wet suits after a quick bathroom break

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About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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