So I’ve got my two youngest in swimming lessons. Daily. At 9:30. In the morning. Which is good, actually, because it forces me to be up and ready at a reasonable time of day. I do have a question for anyone with swim/swim equipment knowledge. Is it normal for my children’s swim goggles to leave impressions on their face? If I loosen them, they seem to leak too much, but they have these crazy, painful looking raccoon eyes when they take them off. Also, yesterday my friend nudged me to check out the lifeguard. Not because he was hot, but because he was asleep. Like a-sleep. He had his feet propped up in front of him and his head lulled to the side. I might have been upset had there not been multiple swim instructors in each pool with the kids, but I mostly just thought it was funny. What’s even funnier is that no one who worked there seemed to notice, or if they did, didn’t bother to say anything, which, now that I think about it, does cause me concern for the pool’s open swim times. Hmmm.
(Oh, the awesomest part of this whole swim lessons thing is that I’ve got Goose convinced it’s fun to do BigHugs’ bath.)
Gratuitous David Boreanaz picture.
I’ve been making my way through my Buffy/Angel dvd’s. This is quality television, my friends. Quality television.
Next week Chuck and I are spending the weekend in Victoria, BC with some old friends. I’ve been looking online for things we can do, and thought this sounded fun. I’m thinking even if it’s totally cheesy, it might be worth the price of admission. Actually, the totally cheesy might make it worth the price of admission. Is this something you would do?
DynaGirl’s school friends aren’t returning her phone calls. And their parents aren’t returning my phone calls. She’s called once and I’ve called twice this summer. (That’s a pretty strong hint, right?) They were kind of hot and cold this past year, and more than once I thought maybe it was time for her to branch out and look for other, more reliable friends, but somehow they were always able to work things out. Now I’m really thinking it’s time to move on, which makes her sad and really worries her going into a brand new school year, but I just don’t think she should have to wonder anymore whether her “friends” like her this week or not. That’s not friendship. That’s ridiculous. And she deserves better. Plus I’m just so tired of trying to make things OK. (Does that sound as bad as I think it does?)
Lately, I’ve been in total screw it mode, which isn’t nearly as much fun as it might sound, but certainly as dangerous. I’ve been doing the bare minimum of housework and the maximum of eating/snacking. I’m not sure how to stop the insanity. That’s not true. I know exactly how to stop the insanity, but it sounds like work, which is completely incompatible with screw it mode. Someone needs to push my reset button.
What’s your current mode?