Swimming. I can't do it anymore. I just can't. It is too hot to even swim, and with a baby and a swimming-aholic three year old it can be a beating.
At the beginning of the summer I drove the golf cart up to the pool almost every day and loved every second of it. Bram was swimming like a fish, learning to do cannon balls. Tess was happy and content on my hip with her darling swimsuits and little hats. I had a cold beer in my hand (if we went after 5 of course!) or a margarita. Good times were had by all. Not now. Hubby still will take Bram when he gets home from work but I no longer join him. Yesterday I went to the pool for 30 minutes, even Bram asked to go home for a Popsicle.
Also, I am having to do my running at 9 pm!! And my yummy red wine isn't as yummy in 107 degree heat.
I am dreaming of the fall, dreaming of pumpkins, soups, baking, jeans and my Juicy sweats. In Texas this doesn't happen until mid October but I am hoping for an early fall around here. Something has got to give,this is making me very unhappy.
On another note, Bram had such a fit yesterday when I picked him up at Mother's Day Out that another mother (or grandmother, couldn't tell) asked to hold the baby so I could get a handle on the situation. I am starting to get the feeling this kid just doesn't like me.