Wind + Pool = Pain the Tuchus And Ripped Upper Arms

Skimming your pool in windy weather is akin to picking up the living room before your children go to bed. You turn around and the same stuff you just got rid of is laying out again. Argh!

I love having a pool about 4 months out of the year. The other 8 are a fat pain in the ass. I'm up to a daily skimming of the pool, since the wind is blowing crap from my neighbors trees into the water. It's not quite hot enough to swim yet, so there is no tangible reward for this. Used to be, I could look out my window to a shimmering blue oasis, but right now, by the time I get inside from skimming, it's covered with more leaves, petals and pollen. Awesome.


I find myself using the same argument Drama Queen uses about making her bed. It's just going to get messed up again, so why bother? And then I tell myself the same thing I tell her. That isn't the point. Go do it. I'll be so happy next month, when the kids and I play in the pool. When dinner is, more often than not, eaten outside. When Mr. Clairol and I spend the evenings floating in the pool listening to Rex, the next-door-neighbor, play his tribal drums. When I can float those wicked cool little disco lights in the pool and get a light show. Then it will be totally worth it.