Swimming in the Rain

So we're all excited about the upcoming Florida vacation/holiday tomorrow, especially after the long, Siberian winter we have had - or are still having it would seem. My mother's journey over to meet us is now all sorted. Anything else is beyond our control; although isn't that mostly the case with air travel?

Poor oldest son only has two pairs of nylon school gym shorts that fit, but I think he'll just have to wait till we get there. Since he's decided to go to the Cubs baseball game with his dad, followed immediately by a baseball practice, he will definitely have to wait.  I personally think some of the rejected shorts fit, but apparently any hem approaching the knee just won't do. And of course the crotch has to be hanging at least ten inches below the real one. Why these kids want to walk around looking like old men beats me, but I draw the line at visible underwear or "butt cracks" as they are crudely called here. (I have given up banning the phrase entirely, as it's common parlance over here, but I really can't have them hanging out all over the place).

 

Meanwhile long, lean teenage daughter is insisting everything still fits - which it does since a) she just grows up and not out, and b) she wears all skirts and trousers perched dangerously close to her nether regions, instead of on her natural waist.  Is it me or do young girls these days seem not to know what a waistline is because they sure as heck don't fasten their clothes there? Me - I am dragging the same, tired old summer wear out. I must have done the previously mentioned "What Not to Wear" on myself after storing away all the summer gear, as it's still here in all its faded glory. What I should do is buy some decent attire in Florida, and chuck the stuff that has no business taking up valuable baggage allowance space. Who am I kidding? That would entail shopping, and that's a chore in my book. I have made a small effort by slathering on that skin cream that gives you a "glow", otherwise known as false tan in cream. And yes, it's gone a bit streaky, but it's still so faint that no one will notice.  (I always opt for the "no one will be looking that closely anyway" approach.)

 

Anyway, a fashion discussion may not be relevant as the forecast for Miami is hot but rainy, at least for the first few days. Do I care - hell, no?  Not having to get up at 7 and harangue three kids till they leave for school just to escape me is a relaxing break in my book. And I have promised the little one that he can swim in the pool no matter the weather. Lightening excluded of course, especially since he wants to take an umbrella for protection!

 

Probably won't blog while away - unless something really weird happens. (Which is not that remote when I think about my life.)