Category Archives: Emotional Fleas

Pool Safety

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Before I dive in, I hope all my American readers had a happy and safe 4th of July holiday.  Dave, the boys and I had a great day complete with a half day at the city pool, fireworks (that were actually just smoke stacks) at home, and then a quick fireworks show in our town.  We’re all a little burnt (out) but it’s back to work/school/daycare today.

On to today’s topic…  I don’t watch the news.  I can’t stand watching all the negative reports revolving around the poor economy, murders and car accidents.  I like being a positive person, and the news is in instant downer.  As mentioned earlier, last night I took the boys to our town’s fireworks presentation which left something to be desired, so I turned on the Macy’s Fireworks Spectacular when we got home.  It’s an incredible show, and you know that must mean something when you’re watching from TV.

The boys went to bed after the show was over and the 11 o’clock news came on.  Dave was working on homework and I was playing on my Kindle and out of reach of the remote so I let the news stay on.  As is typical, it was a 1/2 hour downer, however it helped me with today’s post so I suppose I can’t be too upset.

Pool Safety

As I said, Dave, the boys and I spent half the day at the city pool yesterday.  We have a great pool, with two, 3-story waterslides, a fountain play area, a diving board, and another little pool for the babies.  The boys know where they can go, but Dave and/or I are always in the pool with them, watching out for their safety. 

With that said, last year we were in water about 4-foot deep and Dave noticed a little boy, probably not any older than 3-1/2 trying to keep his face above water.  He couldn’t touch the bottom, couldn’t swim, and was alone.  In his bouncing off the bottom to stay above the surface, he was taking himself deeper and deeper, which isn’t hard to do with all the people and the current.  I didn’t see the little boy until he was flying out of the water in Dave’s arms. 

It took us 1/2 hour with the lifeguards’ help to find his mom.

Even worse, she hadn’t even been looking for him.

Back to the news…  A three-year-old died at a nearby town’s public pool yesterday.  My prayers are with the boys friends and family, please don’t think they’re not.  However I have to question how something like this happens.  Where were the parents or caretakers?  Who wasn’t watching him?  While these pools have lifeguards, it is ultimately the PARENTS responsibility to be their child’s lifeguard(s).  Lifeguards are NOT babysitters, and are watching over HUNDREDS of swimmers on a normal day, not to mention the 4th of July. 

I’m appalled by the moms who get to the pool, get their little kids in the water and then turn their backs on them.  They bury their heads in their books, or turn away from the pool completely to sun their backs on the lawn chairs.  Parents like these make me wonder why we shouldn’t have to have licenses to have babies.

Please don’t get me wrong.  I feel horrible for any family who has lost a child due to drowning.  I can’t imagine the loss they feel.  However to all the parents who think of lifeguards as a babysitting service…  You’re absolute morons.  Get off your butt, swim with your children and keep them safe.  Please.

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Emotional Fleas

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I’m itchy this morning.  Seriously.  My neck, arms, face and chest are itching, and where I’m sitting there is no appropriate way to scratch it away without looking like the the crack-head character on The Chappelle Show. (itch)

My itching isn’t skin irritation, however.  It’s not an allergic reaction, Poison Ivy or Poison Oak either.  It’s emotional fleas, I’m sure of it.  (itch)

Emotional fleas are those people in my life who crawl under my skin and do their best to be a nuisance every second of my life.  (itch) Their sole mission is to remind me that yes, they are still in my life no matter how little I want them there.  Unfortunately Dave and I both have our own BIG, individual, emotional fleas in the form of exes, and they (the fleas) both decided to raid our peaceful nest at 7am this morning. (itch)

As much as we both wish we had never met our EF’s, we have to thank God for putting them in our lives, for without them we would never have met each other.  And without mine, I wouldn’t have two wonderful sons that I love with all my heart. 

I continue to struggle, however, with holding my tongue when he sends a barrage of harassing text messages and emails.  I want so badly to tell him exactly what I’m thinking.  However, the Jesus said, “The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” ~Mark 12:31  But oh, I am human.  And ohhhh, how I struggle with this.