Thursday, August 6, 2009
Swimming with sharks...
Was ceremoniously pushed into the pool today. I am quite shocked at how strong the children have become. My fingers tried to hold onto the rock wall, but I was no match for the ten year old. Had just enough time to yank off my outer shirt before I became airborne. Of course the ruckus didn't stop there, just because I was 'in' the pool didn't mean I had been properly dunked. Tried to get the husband to be my champion, but was thwarted by many arms and legs grabbing and pulling me under. The children could smell blood and the frenzy began. I lost count after going under at least 11 times. Have no idea why my presence in the pool sparks this behavior, as it happens each time I swim. Bret and I have turned into sneaky teenagers with shifty eyes and evasive answers. Our Goal??? To swim without a child clasped tightly to our back and screaming "dunk Mom!!". It is shockingly hard to avoid the children. Must make a mental note to work on upper arm strength, the children are bound to grow stronger and I refuse to go down without a fight.
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