I've Been To War...
at the public swimming pool.
I had a revelation today. I love my kids. I love my friends' kids. I love my kids' friends. But the buck stops there. It felt like the pool was full of brats today, and I wasn't a very nice person. One boy spent a good 30 minutes going underwater and grabbing my legs. I told him in no uncertain terms to quit that but he just smiled (in an ugly way) and did it some more. I about kicked him!
Another kid spent a good chunk of time taking Lily's diving discs and tossing them out of her reach. I had to drag Z around with me as I defended her toys, her territory, her fun. Two girls would not shut up as they followed me around and told me all about every detail of their lives. I must have had SUCKER written on my forehead today or something.
And this was all in the first 30 minutes. What gives? Don't kids have manners anymore?