When we lived in Mississippi, there was a neighborhood pool. It was totally exposed, right by the entrance to the sub, and without a single scrap of shade from any tree whatsoever. This meant that it was usually pretty empty until seven or so at night, when it filled up with the neighborhood high schoolers, but in the late morning and afternoon, it was a ghost town.
I’d take the kids almost every day. It kept them occupied. It counted as bath night. And while by 10 a.m., the water was a warm as a bathtub, it didn’t stop them. I have so many happy memories of the five of us spending long, sunny days poolside, then coming home and tucking four exhausted kids to sleep with the smell of chlorine hanging heavily in the air.
This picture was taken at the pool, half a decade ago. I can’t believe we’ve lived here in Connecticut almost as long as we did Mississippi. It’s impossible. Here there is no neighborhood pool. In fact, whenever I see people with pools in their backyard, I find myself shaking my head, because I can’t imagine the expense and time commitment for only three months of enjoyment.
But the kids still long for a pool. So every year we get the requisite blue and white blow up deal. The year we got it at Aldi, and today for Theme Thursday, I made the kids pose for one of those photo recreation deals.