I spent the morning cleaning off the pool cover after a Winter’s long period of neglect until it’s nothing but a slab of plastic covered with primordial ooze. Then, my pre-teen, hormonal, pissed-off daughter just ran away from home. Gotta break it to the hubby. He will not be too pleased. Be on the look out for a bitter eleven year old.
* Update: The kid came home after 6 minutes and announced that she was going to play outside. Is it wrong to say it was one of the calmest six minutes I’ve had for the past 11 years?