Water. All kinds of it.

Adventures in being a single parent... that's what I should rename this blog. 



So when we got back last night, there was about 200 gallons of water on TOP of my pool cover.  No joke.  About 200.  So I'm dumping bucket after bucket full of water off the top of the cover.  I get really pissed after about the 20th bucket.  Look under the cover and the water is crystal clear.  I'm thinking awesome, right.  So I was getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, holding my body weight in my bladder, and I'd just driven 9 hrs.  I climb in the pool, clothes and all, and try to push this stupid liner off.  Pulled a back muscle.  Awesome.  So I get a TAD bit irrational and cut the pool liner ($30) because I can't get it off the pool.  And all of the disgusting rain water got in the pool with all of the 8000 plum tree leaves.  So I'm out there cleaning this crap out of the pool at 8:30 and it still feels about 100 degrees.  The kids decide to jump in with their clothes on, too.  Benjamin looks very confused and asks why I'm yelling at the pool at this point, and if I'm going to be okay.  I busted out laughing and about peed my pants right there in the pool.