Tuesday Torture

Sort of like Taco Tuesday. Except one is delicious.  So Blog, I think I forgot to tell you that Pennsylvania is a state that is made up of one road with two lanes.  This road has no lights, and is mostly hills and twists and at times random crazy walls and drop offs. Also, for extra fun, Mac trucks drive up and down the road and blare and beep and honk at tiny cars all the live long day.  Then, when no one was paying attention, someone went and STOLE all the street signs from this road so you can never figure out where you are. Plus, it's made out of banana peels.

So it's raining and all three kiddos have swim lessons Tuesday nights.  No way out but Mama has to drive in the dark and she no likey. So I mean the adrenaline spike alone could fuel my husband's lawn mower for eternity.  I have my seat pressed up against the wheel and fourteen pairs of glasses on.  I am breathing Lamaze and no child is allowed to make a noise while Mama has to concentrate.  It's serious business.  But then we get there and let me tell you.

There is something about the cold wet atmospheric night, and trudging and slodging and buckling and changing, when you enter the locker room.... its warm and sweaty and the smell of chlorine.  It makes me so happy to see my little bootle bunnies all excited to take OFF clothes and get into swimsuits and do this exciting thing.  All three of them are ready to go, and I just get so happy watching them (and thanking god that not a toe of mine has to become submerged).

I think it reminds me of my childhood swimming days, and my friend Brad. We seriously used to swim some shiz up.  Blog, we have not even begun to talk about Brad. Yay!

Oh also, yay, I am still alive! Donate.