Humor

June 26, 2011 at 5:59 am (Uncategorized)

Ahh, June.  The month where I have the pleasure of stuffing my children into swimming suits and caps every single day in the name of swimming lessons.  Then I get the privilege of watching their lessons.  For an hour each day.  In a pool so hot and humid that I’m left sweating in places that I didn’t know could sweat.  Yes, I know.  I don’t like to think about that either.

This session has been particularly brutal as the girls have separate lessons.  Ladybug doesn’t generally mind watching her sister’s lesson.  She’s fairly content to spend her time flirting with the lifeguard.  But Sunshine resents every single moment that she has to wait while Ladybug is in the pool.

If she’s not begging to play with  my iPhone, she’s tormenting Peanut.  Either way, she’s suction-cupped to my side.  Wait a minute.  Did  I mention the humidity?  And the sweating?

The other day I had had it.  It felt like it was 100 degrees.  Indoors.  I was hot and grumpy.  Sunshine was hanging on me.  Again.  And I felt like I was going to go postal.  I starting talking, yet again, about personal space.  It was in the middle of my speech about my personal space being like a bubble that she needed to respect that she leaned in, kissed my cheek, smiled, and declared that she’d popped it.

There are times when I am infinitely grateful that my child has inherited her Dad’s sense of humor.  This was one of them.  Swimming lessons haven’t been the same since.

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