Yesterday we went to the pool (even Dear Sir went). I left with the kids and the neighbor girl and Dear Sir took off to get a hair cut. I almost fell over when I looked up from reading my book by the pool to see the man walking toward me with a towel. WHAT? I thought.
"Sorry it took me so long to get here," he said, "my mom called when I got home."
Huh? I didn't expect you to come at all, I thought, but kept to myself.
Then he swam around and played with the kids. He taught Eraser Eater how to get to the bottom but found he was not weighty enough. I have hardly ever seen Dear Sir wet. In chlorinated water, that is.
I swam around for a bit, avoiding getting my head under because water likes to remain in my ears for a number of days and I start to act all crazy, hitting my head over and over from time to time to get it out. I hate that feeling. Once when I was a kid I got swimmers ear so bad that I wailed and screamed all the way to the doctor and he told my parents my ear was almost completely closed up.
I am a little bit sore because whenever I exercise in any form I do a bit too much and work myself over. I did a million breast strokes and people kept getting in my way. I hate that. It's my pool, dang it.
You know, I am just really irritated right now. The kids want to go to this free viewing of the Wizard of Oz this morning and I am not a morning person and they are all running around with their toast and eating in various places besides the table and I am about to go nuts and the whining and the crying because if they don't hurry we will not go and then the Oldest doesn't want to go but wants to go to the blasted pool and he keeps being a grump about it and keeps wanting more toast and I am going to go nuts and I am not making sense but making run-on sentences or just one big run on sentence and the Girl's hair looks like a rat's nest, and the Oldest has yesterday's shirt on probably because I have not done the laundry and I am still in my pajamas and need to get some make up on so I won't scare the world, and to put it short: I am just not ready.
And I hate the Wizard of Oz. I hate black and white movies because old technology bores me. It drives Dear Sir nuts.
Well, I better go. Time is pressing. Have a good day. And I hear someone urinating all over my toilet seat. Grrrr....