What Happens in the Pool, Unfortunately Stays in the Pool

The entrance to "The Club" (be sure to lock your jaw when saying it), as well as the scene of the crime.

Took the kids to my mother-in-law’s country club to swim yesterday. And while most of these folks are living in high cotton, even the down and dirty comes to visit sometimes at the toniest of locales.

The baby pool was closed because, according to the lifeguard, “Fecal matter was detected in the ph levels, therefore we will need to drain, scrub and refill the pool. It should take about two hours.” Hmm, whose darn kid pooped in the pool for Christ's sake??

Oh, well. Miss E. wanted to swim in the big pool anyway, now that she’s loving her water wings. And, while Little Guy didn’t want any part of it at first, I pulled him in anyway, to which he responded, “See, I told you I liked it!” Then, after passing him off to my MIL, he fell asleep in her arms, in the pool. I wish I could fall asleep that easily!

Meanwhile, Hubby stayed behind to make another jaunt to Home Depot, the second home for those who have recently move into a new house. Thanks, hun, for all of the work you did. The house is looking great!

Hope everyone had a great weekend and are surviving another Monday. :)