This post should start with me cursing a lot, because I want to.....
Or just crying. But frankly I am too pissed off for that.
This morning, while it was cool, I finished unloading yesterdays sand. In my optimism and fresh state, I went and got, yes that is right nother truckload of sand.
Let me add here, that sand in a truck bed, looks like more sand than when you hae to spread it out, and try to create a level surface.
Anyway, like a jackass I unloaded the entire second truckbed of sand.
It is still not enough.
I really wanted the pool in the shade for The Collective, so I could read and lounge in my hammock in the shade, while they laughed and splashed and played lovingly like the script in my head says they should do.
I did set up the sprinkler so the kids could play and cool off, as it is warm here.
Noting while i set up the sprinkler, our hose is toast. Found a new hose here (thanks DH) got it out, managed to tangle it, whoever rolls those things up likes fucking with people. I assure you.
However I need a washer where the damn thing hooks up to the house. Very leaky. I recall when hoses came with washers in them. And although that is not the point. A washer is cheap, Covered in sand and with wet and sandy children I was in no mood to trek down to the Mm and pop shop to go buy a washer only to come home and find I had bought the wrong size...
The sprinklers are toast as well.
I have also ran into a couple of other kinks...
that are even more frustrating, frustrating.
I am wondering if this is normal frustration, or if I am pms'ing...?
I throwing in the towel today....
The Collective are eating enormous blueberry sundaes, and I am licking my wounded pride, with a mouth full of sand.