Today I had two friends and their kids over for pool time, but at two different time sots in the day due to scheduling conflicts. We've been meaning to have a "pool party" for forever but it just never happened. We thought that was sort of sad, me and my two buds that I've known for years and years.
It is a bit of work to get the towels, swimsuits (cozzies to you, Perz), shoes, sunscreen, toys, totes, and changes of clothing together. Then, there is anxiety at the pool ("No! I don't want to go in!), plus the need for safety vigilance ("DO NOT THROW THAT CHAIR INTO THE POOL!") and constant positive attention ("Great kicking! That's fantastic splashing!"). And then, getting three children prepped to leave the pool with one skinny one shivering from near hypothermia, one chunky one throwing a tantrum and refusing to leave, and the third one dawdling at the showers and asking 100 distracting questions ("Who owns the pool? Does she own the pool? Does he own the pool? Can I walk on the pool cover? Can I touch the pool cover with my toe? Can I go back in the spa? Why is he rolling around on the cement?")