Last year we moved into a neighborhood with a salt water pool within walking distance of our new house. I was not enthusiastic about joining the pool as I’ve never been a pool person, but it was a top priority for Donnie because it was part of what he loved about the house. I always thought going to the pool – any pool – was a giant pain in the ass. Towels, sunscreen, snacks etc.
But then I started playing in the pool. PLAYING…like a little KID…and I loved it! Now, I’d like to say I was playing with my kids and they were always nearby, but sometimes they were on the diving board or swimming somewhere else in the pool and yet I’d be the weirdo grownup just playing by herself. I would go under water and just sit or I’d cross the pool under water and then go back again. I just liked playing under water and it was like I was learning to be a pool kid as a 40-something year old woman.
Welp. The pool open yesterday AND I AM STILL THE CREEPY LADY PLAYING LIKE A KID AT THE POOL!
I had been looking forward to opening day for WEEKS and even though none of my swimsuits fit except for the one that is ALMOST too small and cuts into my neck and my ribs…I suited up and hit the pool. I had beer in my cooler and a new book and I played with the kids and relaxed and read for 2 hours and I thought, YES. This is EXACTLY what I needed.
The pool is open. Summer has started. And I can enjoy the thing that helps me leave the worries of the world behind for a few minutes at a time.
At least until the pool bans me for being the weirdo lady having tea parties with herself while her kids jump off the diving board.