Finally our real summer has arrived. We have had 2 days in a row in the mid 90's. It is sticky and humid. I love summer and I am happy that it is here because before you know it I will be bitching about another 6 month Minnesota winter.
Today I packed up the kids and took them to the country club (aka municipal pool). We were all going stir crazy because it got too hot to run in the backyard so we were cooped up in the A/C all day. When we got to the pool my boys jumped into the water like a couple of hoodlums. They were running and splashing and having a grand time. It didn't take them long to make a friend. The mother of their friend was standing nearby holding a baby which I later found out was 6 months old. We chit chatted and watched our kids splash in the pool. THEN whilst we were mid sentence she whips out the teat and starts feeding the munchkin. Right. In. The. Pool.
Now before people get La Leche League to jump all over me, I am an advocate of feeding from the tap. I even did it with a couple of my own kiddos. I don't even mind peeps that do it in public...if they can do it, more power to them. I personally prefer to be more discrete. But in the pool? Really? What is wrong with with the shady chair under the umbrella? I am hercking at the thought of breast milk in the water along with all the urine. *shudder*
My middle child came up to us and thought it would be funny to splash us. Unfortunately my breast feeding buddy had leave the pool to dry off her hungry baby. She did finish her feeding in a chair under that shady umbrella. I don't know what is wrong with him, it must be because he was formula fed.
Speaking of the pool.....I had to put on my bathing suit. One word.....MOTIVATION! Holy moly do I need to stay focused on this program. I was just waiting for one of the teenagers to shout "That's a huge bitch"(Thank you Duece Bigalow, Male Gigolo). Between today swim suit and yesterday's "camel toe" workout shorts, I am not likely to do a faceplant into a bag of chips. I refuse to buy new stuff.....this stuff is stretchy for crying out loud. I will deal with it until I get thin.