A Window into Life in the Suburbs

"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Monday, February 21, 2011

Humid, humid, humid

Eeuw... this humidity that we're experiencing is an absolute brain killer in the same way that pregnancy is a brain killer. The brain goes blank when you're trying to remember someone's name, the gray matter turns to goo and there's no energy because all the brain wants to do is cool down and there's a switch in there that overrides all other commands that it usually sends to the body. Furthermore you know things are realy bad when you leave the house to do laundry stuff for 2 minutes and feel like you've entered the sunlight zone. Out there for longer than 10 minutes and you can feel the sweat roll down your cheeks.
And it's only 8:30 am.

The 4 year old was wondering around the house all morning doing a Linus but without the thumbsucking, which in this instance, would have been preferable to the whining reverberating all throughout the cardboard house. The bunny rug/blanket which has been stretched, pulled, dragged around, chewed on and salivated over has so far managed to survive  two girls. I don't put out much hope for it survivng a third.Which is almost the reason why I'm sticking with two. Girls, that is. And then, there's me. I don't know if I can survive a third either. Maybe if I was fitter, younger and healthier, I might. But I haven't been fitter, younger and healthier for about 15 years now.

Speaking of fitness, we actually have a plan: I've gone back to doing regular swimming. I toyed with the idea of jumping into Zumba bandwagon for about thirty-seconds. Clicked on the video clip on the Curves' website and my first thought was... "Erm...This requires some degree of coordination... Next." So swimming it is.

Swimming, I've discovered, can be a bit tricky in a public pool because every man, woman and child are in it doing something or other from therapy, to paddling or having lessons. But despite that, it's stangely relaxing. No children... just me doing little laps up, and down a crowded pool.

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