You know how you have one of those days when you wake up feeling already behind and beaten before you even start?
And you haven’t gotten enough sleep so you live the day on the verge of tears because when you haven’t gotten enough sleep, everything becomes too much.
And nothing really goes wrong, but nothing really goes right.
You make it through the day with no one catching you crying and you act like a grown up when all you want to do is curl up somewhere like a little girl and be loved.
But you suck it up and you put on your big girl pants and you do what you have to do – all day long.
Fortunately, the weather is lovely and the clouds are beautiful so you sit in your van with the door open for a few minutes and just breathe after doing forty-five minutes and three miles at level eleven on the elliptical trainer after work. And for one brief moment in time, you think you might actually make it.
You survive the grocery shopping and you make it home to prepare your lunch for the next couple of days.
Before beginning food prep, you decide to open your bedroom window. After all, there is all that lovely weather out there.
And just when you think that maybe you’ll make it through the day without going completely insane – after all, there is only lunch to make and a shower to take and then you can go sleep – you look out your bedroom window that you are opening…
…. and you see….
…. a very large, bright blue, rectangular, heavy plastic – PVC?, container-thing.
Seriously? You have got to be kidding me? Really? REALLY?
I don’t even know how to describe this tub to you. I don’t know what it was originally designed for but it is about four feet tall, four feet wide, and at least six feet long. It used to be at his dad’s house, out in the yard, with all kinds of other stuff.
And it is not out by The Fort. It is not by his storage shed. It is not by the back corner of the house where it is not really visible from a window. It is not even outside the window at the other end of the bedroom. It is out my bedroom window. Not that I actually look out my bedroom window much, but really?
I ask him what he is going to do with it and he tells me that it is his swimming pool. I ask him where he is going to put it. (These questions are asked very calmly. Of course, I am screaming and screaming and screaming inside, but I am asking the questions calmly.) He says he doesn’t know where he is going to put it. I don’t ask any more questions.
I’m breathing again now.
And I will finish making my lunch for tomorrow. And I will take my shower. And I will go to sleep.