After the summer went to shit on day 38, thanks to all of your encouraging comments, I dared to take the kids back to the country club pool.

I decided they deserved a chance to redeem themselves after ruining my summer.

The kids were lectured about how lucky they were to belong to a pool.  They were threatened within an inch of their lives to behave.  They were informed that this was their last chance… which I’m fairly certain they knew was a fib because I will be paying the monthly fee until the end of time.

It was essential that I play the part of Mrs. Mean Mommy because the stinkin’  odds are four against one, and the little cherubs aren’t above ganging up against me.

During my speech, the rotten children gazed at me with truly shocked expressions on their angelic faces.

I tried to stack the odds in my favor by permitting Wolfgang to bring along a friend.  The addition of another teenager makes the odds 5 against 1, however, this particular boy has been properly trained by his parents to display good manners.

Surprisingly, we had a good time.

As a bonus, I earned 5 votes for Mother-of-the-Year on the way home.

The kids may think I’m a contestant for Mother-of-the-Year, but the junk in my trunk literally might qualify as child abuse.

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