Anysnottybitch, I have been nagging my husband to death for a pool. I want my own damn pool in my own backyard! Our kids are getting older and
Think of Hell with a bonfire going at all times. That's a Midsouth summer. One hundred gazillion degrees. In the shade. All day long, I'm sweating like a whore in church. Ain't no way on God's green earth are you getting me outdoors from June 1st to September 1st. That is, unless there is some nice, refreshing, cool water close by. I. WANT. A. POOL. AND. I. WANT. IT. NOW! *insert clinched fists and foot stomping here*
Mr. OCD-I-pay-the-bills-and-we-are-broke says, "no." He's such a party pooper! I wasn't happy, but figured I'd compromise. Here's the deal...If I'll wait another year, I just may see a sparkling oasis in my very own backyard. I have to wait, though, something I've never been very good at.
Fine, then. I'll just join the Y! The kids and I can go to the pool every day! Besides, they have babysitters...um, I mean...lifeguards!
I was almost giddy just thinking about it. I could workout while they stayed in the childcare room. Then we could hit the pool! It actually sounded better than I'd expected. Until this morning.
First, it took me like an hour to get our
Finally, we got to the Y. I checked the kids into the nursery then hit the gym. Disappointment. At my other gym, there are little TVs on all the cardio equipment. This equipment was in a large room with several TVs turned to various channels with subtitles. I was bummed, but found a bright spot in the magazine selection. It was nice to read a chick magazine, something I only do when getting a pedicure or waiting in line at the grocery store. Before I knew it, I'd done 30 minutes on the elliptical and learned about a few "super foods" at the same time.
I thought, okay, this is not my ideal gym setting but I'll manage.
Afterwards, the kids and I hit the pool area. With lifeguards (yippee!!!).
I know why they need lifeguards now, though. There were forty thousand kids in the damn pool! Seriously, they were all over the place. Not a single cubic inch of the pool was vacant. Made me a freakin' wreck!
Not this bad, but you get the idea...
In addition to all the screeching kids, there was a "Mommies Club" to contend with. Great, I thought. I hate playing nice in an effort to fit in.
All the mommies sat poolside with their chairs lined up together. They all wore similar black tankinis and had similar looking children with nice little tans. The moms wore big floppy hats and nibbled on Triscuits. The kids grazed on apple slices and drank from little juice boxes. I was in Stepford Hell. I was in no mood to "play" so I found a nice chair in a corner away from them.
Of course, Stepford Hell was a far better place than the Redneck Riviera on the other side of the deck area. The moms on that side of the pool weighed in the rotund range. As the swimsuits they sported weren't bad enough, a few were tatted up with the most heinous of all tattoo art. One woman actually had what looked like a portrait of the Insane Clown Posse on her left leg. I saw barcodes on the neck, homemade monograms on the shoulders, crosses and religious memoriams on the back. It made me long for the Mommies Club Rush parties.
Who'd put this on their leg?!?! Her kids are probably serial killers in training!
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