Poolside

We’ve been poolaholics since school let out.  We’ll enjoy water with anyone who invites us.  Wave pool, good.  Friends’ pools, good.  Strangers’ pools, good.  Water hose, good.  Imagine Joey eating Rachel’s trifle at Thanksgiving.  We don’t care if you’re pool water tastes like feet, we’re all in.

We spend the majority of our days lounging around in our wet bathing suits and kids are dropping like flies around 6pm.  This is the good life.  The tan, fun in the sun, splash each other in the face and no one cares kind of life.

We’re just hopping around pool, to pool, to pool.  We’re full on pool hoppers.  This is a real thing.  We’re living proof.

My laundry pile is smaller, but my towel pile is bigger.  I go to great lengths to keep the only laundry rule I have been able to follow out of the list my mom tried teaching me:  Wash your towels separate from everything else.  I actually do this and it makes me feel all kinds of accomplished.

Swimming also absolutely counts as a bath.  Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.  I am obviously a children’s hygiene expert.  Take my word for it.  This is essential.  Crucial to our lazy summer life.  Fall, spring and winter are the seasons for baths…not summer.

And dare I even say what I did today at the pool while my smallest, wild toddler child was in summer mother’s day out…I have zero shame…Are you ready?  Can you handle it?  Drum roll please…I read a book.  Like sat in one place…a lounge chair for crying out loud…and read a book.  It was amazing.  I wept with joy.

Yes, these are the days.  And I want to soak up every last ray of sunshine.  Poolside is where you will find us…showing summer my complete devotion.  My hand belongs only in Summer’s back pocket.

Happy Thursday!