Well, I suppose we knew it couldn’t last. Despite a triumphant victory last week, Monkey’s soccer team didn’t fare quite so well this week. Today there was a lot of parents on the sidelines saying things like “Good try!” and “Spread out!” and “C’mon, guys, you can do it” and “Try kicking the ball!” (Okay, that last one might just have been me. I am very helpful.) But they had fun and drank Gatorade and only had to be reminded that they were there to play soccer and not swap Pokemon cards about fifteen times, so it’s all good.
By the time we returned home (after several hours at the fields in the blazing sun), everyone was hot and tired, so we decided a dip in the pool might be nice. And the pool—the same pool where the water felt like a hot bath for most of August—was FREEZING. The kids squealed and complained and refused to stay in, and I called them wimps and then went and put my feet in and immediately lost feeling in all of my toes.
So while the children raced AROUND the pool rather than swimming IN the pool, poor Monkey managed to step in some fire ants (adding insult to injury), and then I was tempted to curse this bizarre land with its awful bugs and its high temperatures but freezing water, but then I remembered that they also have Sonic here, so I took my poor abused children there for dinner and it was sort of okay. Cherry limeade really does cure a multitude of ills.
(P.S. I needed that sort of fortification to think about the issue of tween body grooming. And I wish I was kidding.)