so we bought a pool

This house came with a hot tub. It was a decent hot tub per se, just the cover was decrepit and a bit of an eye sore. We debated what to do with it. Matt has a sort of allergic reaction to the chemicals in hot tubs...ahem. It can get awkward to divulge anything further. The kids can't use it really unless we lower the temperature... The list goes on.

And then. Like a flash of light from the heavens it occurred to us. Get an inflatable pool. Fill it with water. And sit in it. There were more steps involved including disposing of said hot tub through the use of Facebook friends and reading instructions on chemicals and shocking and ph levels but yes that's the general gist. 

It's a bit perfect for the kids as they can both stand in it. It's a bit perfect for me because if I sit in it I am submerged to my shoulders with room to spread out. And it fits perfectly on the prior residence of the hot tub.

Perfect yes? Except...

Have we ever clarified on here that I am a major worrier? No? Well let it be clarified and cemented in each and every one of your minds: I am a worrier. I worry that the children will climb over the upstairs baby gate while I'm showering, walk down the stairs silently so I don't realize they are no longer with me, unlock the sliding door, move the baby gates on the deck, and trip somehow rendering them unconscious into the pool. Could totally happen. Or I worry that the pool will implode. Or explode? It's like a water bed. And the concrete slab we put it on is gently sloped away from the house so I worry a child will lean on the furthest edge and we will all be floating down river ala Bad Boys. Click the link. It always gives me a snicker.

But! We now have a pool! And Matt gets to fulfill his pipe dream of being a pool boy. And to be honest I sort of miss the smell of chlorine on my skin. Reminds me of my youth. Long... lost... youth.