crawling toward respite
We opened up the pool this weekend.
AAAAHHHH!!!
I used to be a fan of winter. I still am I suppose, but back then, it was that I was a fan of winter as opposed to enjoying summer. Sure, I've always enjoyed my summer vacations, but mostly I watched soaps, shopped, cooked for the husband, whatever. As a season, I largely preferred winter.
I felt (and to a certain extent still do) that summer sucked primarily because you simply cannot cool down and if I'm naked and sweating but not exercising or having sex, well, that's bad.
On the other hand, in the winter you can layer. Bundle up. You can always find a way to "beat" the weather. With blazing heat, not so much.
But now I'm a home owner with a pool. And it's all good.
We put the thermal blanket on the pool last weekend. Nevermind that there were no signs of spring in the air last weekend. We were set. And sure enough, the pool reached a less than warm 76 degrees on Saturday and the kids jumped in and swam around. Yikes. I prefer to wait until it reaches a nice, warm, bathtubby 90 degrees myself.
The point is, we are now on the road to summer vacation. And now summer vacation means so much more than it did before kids.
Now it's long lazy mornings, sleeping in, waking up slowly to a cup of coffee and another chapter in the latest book while the kids watch some cartoons.
It's taking early morning walks through the neighborhood with my son, doing nothing special, no hurries, no worries.
It's taking evening walks with the whole family, doing nothing special.
It's eating outside around the pool, everybody a little bit burned, hair askew, swim suits soaked.
It's long days and nights, marked only by the rising and setting of the sun, weeks marked by family events, which only occur on weekends.
It's boredom. Complete and utter boredom.
Bliss. I cannot wait for those eight weeks.
We begin our summer vacation this year with a week at a resort where we own a "timeshare". We love this chain of resorts and had been to two others before purchasing. Once there, we park ourselves on the beach during the day, riding the waves, collecting the shells, ordering drinks--our son leans toward the virgin pina colada--before heading in for showers and a dinner at the restaurant. Kids go to bed, parents read and turn in.
Boring I know. But blissful for us.
I've come to love summer, and these days, nothing signifies summer more than a dip in the pool
Today my husband joined the kids. I sat in my chair and perused my magazine. I'm happy to wait until that thermometer hits 90. I might consider a dip at 88. But nothing lower than that.
AAAAHHHH!!!
I used to be a fan of winter. I still am I suppose, but back then, it was that I was a fan of winter as opposed to enjoying summer. Sure, I've always enjoyed my summer vacations, but mostly I watched soaps, shopped, cooked for the husband, whatever. As a season, I largely preferred winter.
I felt (and to a certain extent still do) that summer sucked primarily because you simply cannot cool down and if I'm naked and sweating but not exercising or having sex, well, that's bad.
On the other hand, in the winter you can layer. Bundle up. You can always find a way to "beat" the weather. With blazing heat, not so much.
But now I'm a home owner with a pool. And it's all good.
We put the thermal blanket on the pool last weekend. Nevermind that there were no signs of spring in the air last weekend. We were set. And sure enough, the pool reached a less than warm 76 degrees on Saturday and the kids jumped in and swam around. Yikes. I prefer to wait until it reaches a nice, warm, bathtubby 90 degrees myself.
The point is, we are now on the road to summer vacation. And now summer vacation means so much more than it did before kids.
Now it's long lazy mornings, sleeping in, waking up slowly to a cup of coffee and another chapter in the latest book while the kids watch some cartoons.
It's taking early morning walks through the neighborhood with my son, doing nothing special, no hurries, no worries.
It's taking evening walks with the whole family, doing nothing special.
It's eating outside around the pool, everybody a little bit burned, hair askew, swim suits soaked.
It's long days and nights, marked only by the rising and setting of the sun, weeks marked by family events, which only occur on weekends.
It's boredom. Complete and utter boredom.
Bliss. I cannot wait for those eight weeks.
We begin our summer vacation this year with a week at a resort where we own a "timeshare". We love this chain of resorts and had been to two others before purchasing. Once there, we park ourselves on the beach during the day, riding the waves, collecting the shells, ordering drinks--our son leans toward the virgin pina colada--before heading in for showers and a dinner at the restaurant. Kids go to bed, parents read and turn in.
Boring I know. But blissful for us.
I've come to love summer, and these days, nothing signifies summer more than a dip in the pool
Today my husband joined the kids. I sat in my chair and perused my magazine. I'm happy to wait until that thermometer hits 90. I might consider a dip at 88. But nothing lower than that.
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