Thursday, May 31, 2007
Just a little trip to the pool
Took the little heathens to the neighborhood pool tonight after I got home from work, and just like I thought: it did the trick. Rakes and Trot were asleep as soon as their little heads hit the pillow.
Actually, only Rakes and Ciera got IN the pool: Trot is more interested in the shower you are supposed to use before you get in: kid will stand under it for 10 minutes, running in circles and just laughing it up. Try putting him in the pool? You know that sound Jim Carey makes in "Dumb and Dumber" when he asks the guy if he wants to hear the most annoying sound in the world? That's what Trot does: only imagine it 100 times MORE irritating. Then you'll get the picture.
It was quite the time: I put Trot in the stroller so Rakes and I could have a "water dun" fight, although my little pistol was seriously inferior to his Super Gun: between his mean streak and Joker-like maniacal laugh, I have a sinking feeling Juvenile Hall is in our near future. Ciera alternated between shrieking at the neighbor kid and yelling "Daddy-Make him leave me ALONE!" while I chased Trot around the pool in our own version of the "Rat Race".
Meanwhile, Angie the Wonder Mom, who is having a yard sale this weekend, has gone off to pound signs illegally on the side of the roads leading to our neighborhood. This in itself would not usually be a problem: however, we had ordered a pizza right before I walked the young uns to the pool.
Which means, of course, about 45 minutes later the pizza guy pulls up to the pool: me, being the idiot I am, did not get any money from Ang before she left, so I'm holding the squirming Trot in one arm and dialing Angie with the other. Surprise, Surprise, she does NOT answer her cellphone. So me, taking the bull by the horns, call my Pop, who says he's on his way.
You guessed it: he and Angie get to the pool at the same time.
Can we PLEASE have tomorrow night hurry up and get here?
I can't handle another Sox day off.