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Still just me and the Princess. Hit the library to return books and gather her summer reading reward, then out to the pool party two-step for the day.
First was our Girl Scout troop's summer activity--one of my co-leaders hosted them all at her house, and they frolicked in the pool for a couple hours. Princess had some episodes of crankiness that spoke to me of fatigue; she kept becoming tearful and pouty because others weren't sharing with her.
I'm sure somewhere there's a punchline to "how many women does it take to operate a gas grill?"; in our case, it was apparently more than three, and she ended up giving up and making food on the George Foreman grill instead, which made us late for our second date, which was a combo birthday party for a set of brothers in Cub Scouts who are, collectively, some of Princess's favorite people on the planet. This party was also at a pool. So, we arrived home exhausted and sunburned.
Princess had an episode of stomachache on the way over to Party #2 and almost didn't get in the pool at all, but once I convinced her to get in, after copious water intake, she perked right up, confirming my diagnosis of overheating and dehydration. (That little one seems to have inherited her mommy's talent for getting overheated; I did the same thing as a kid, and I am very much dreading when her hormones kick in and make that ten times worse around age 13.)
Should wrap up and tuck myself in soon. Boys back at noon tomorrow, and it would be bad form to still be in bed when they arrive.
First was our Girl Scout troop's summer activity--one of my co-leaders hosted them all at her house, and they frolicked in the pool for a couple hours. Princess had some episodes of crankiness that spoke to me of fatigue; she kept becoming tearful and pouty because others weren't sharing with her.
I'm sure somewhere there's a punchline to "how many women does it take to operate a gas grill?"; in our case, it was apparently more than three, and she ended up giving up and making food on the George Foreman grill instead, which made us late for our second date, which was a combo birthday party for a set of brothers in Cub Scouts who are, collectively, some of Princess's favorite people on the planet. This party was also at a pool. So, we arrived home exhausted and sunburned.
Princess had an episode of stomachache on the way over to Party #2 and almost didn't get in the pool at all, but once I convinced her to get in, after copious water intake, she perked right up, confirming my diagnosis of overheating and dehydration. (That little one seems to have inherited her mommy's talent for getting overheated; I did the same thing as a kid, and I am very much dreading when her hormones kick in and make that ten times worse around age 13.)
Should wrap up and tuck myself in soon. Boys back at noon tomorrow, and it would be bad form to still be in bed when they arrive.