Pool has a "P" in it

P as in peanut.

We're running out of weekends to sit by the pool.  How did this happen??  So, we make it a point to make a short trip to the pool each weekend, even if it is just for a half hour.  This time, I was excited because I bought a baby pool float from a friend.  It's the kind where the center has a mesh "seat" where the baby goes in the center, then a canopy for shade.

The water was cooler than last week.  Boo was not thrilled, but got used to it quickly.  Me on the other hand; well, I was a wuss and lowered myself in centimeter by centimeter.  After several laps pushing or pulling the float, we heard squeaks and peals of laughter and even splashing noises!  All good stuff.  I brought his rubber ducky to play with, but he was more interested in playing with the tabs that tether the canopy.

It is late in the day, so no need for shade.

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I blinked and suddenly, it was August.  Boo is almost 7 months old.   I found a wiry gray hair while staring thisclose into the bathroom mirror while flossing and unfortunately, looked at the top of my head. 

What do you do then?
Poke around for more, of course!

Bad idea.  Enter existential crisis.

Oh my god, I'm old.  I look so tired.  I AM so tired.  What have I done with my life?  Have I squandered all that time?  What have I accomplished?  If I slouch a little, I kind of look like an orangutan.  Thank you, pregnancy.

Quick!  Slather on some of that Bath & Body Works make-all-your-problems-go-away aromatherapy goodness.  Ah, the soothing smell of eucalyptus.  Lavender.  Lavend-aahhhhh.

The best thing to do is to not think about it.

So instead, I thought about whether we'd do a thing for Boo's first birthday.  Thing can range from birthday party to birthday PARTY, like, at a restaurant or something.  Because in January, people really want to leave their houses.

Move somewhere warmer.

That's not going to happen.  Christmas.  Let's think about Christmas.  Should we go get a Santa photo at the mall or something?  Do I have one?  I don't even know.  Do I care at this age whether I have a first Santa photo?  Probably not.  Should we put up a tree?

Jesus Christ, WOMAN!  Stop thinking.

There are so many things I could distract myself with when it comes to taking care of Boo.  What's really hard is taking care of me.  I'm at the point now where I've got the basic hygiene thing down (it was really bad postpartum), I'm eating (usually), and I can work eight hour days.  This seemed impossible months ago.  There's some semblance of a routine, but I'm still looking for my own thing.  I'm trying this 30-day yoga program that I saw someone post about on Facebook.  Yoga with Adriene.  Maybe this will be my thing?

We'll see.  More later; I'll see how it goes.