I woke up Saturday feeling very unhappy. Every little thing irritated me. I think I could have peeled off my own skin. The heat and humidity were oppressive. Short on cash and missing three caps for the inflatable wading pool, we were stuck inside with my insanity.
My husband returned from a fishing trip and knew right away my marbles were loose and knocking into one another. He did what he thought was best and kept his distance. Finally, around 7:00p.m. I asked if we were going to stay home or try to pull our shit together for some family time. We managed to pull it together (a quick shower and shaved legs were a surprising pick-me-up) and we drove nearly an hour and a half to a drive-in movie theater. The drive was nice enough with the air conditioning blasting full force through my freshly washed hair. The movies were okay, the bugs were in hiding and we learned that there are 50-cent refills on pop and popcorn. Awesome!
Having slept in clean sheets, I woke Sunday morning in better spirits. I watched the little ones in the church nursery and participated in a meeting regarding a new school principal. Then I came home and napped. I slept so hard I drooled. The best naps involve saliva pooling on the pillow. At 4:30, my family couldn’t tolerate a sleeping mommy any longer and they had decided we should go to the lake.
We’ve had some very high temps for the last week and the lake water was good evidence. It was so warm, I could have bathed in it. Pockets of cold water were the buried treasure of the day, and when we found one, we’d try to stir it to the surface. We swam while my husband grilled and then we swam some more while The Toddler - who refuses to swim in lake water because it is SCARY - rode around the lake with his father in the float tube. The cuteness is indescribable. Uterus-aching, even.
I was glad the lake wasn’t busy yesterday because I liked having it all to ourselves. Even though it was miserably hot, the lake was peaceful and felt so far away from everything. I was especially glad we didn’t have company when while I was floating on my back out toward the middle over deep water, a bullfrog croaked and the sound shot through the water. I screamed and thrashed about, trying to will my body to shore in an instant. Only to find the bullfrog was no where near me when he sung out. Still, that was the end of that. It sounded like it was right under me and no bullfrog is touching me in open water during twilight. NO THANK YOU.
