The resort we are staying at is really, really awesome. The swimming pool is so 1980’s and the hot tub? Even more 1980ier. You know, tiles, strong chloride smells and stuffy room thanks to the heat. This specific hot tub was in a separate room and had huge windows, you could see the mountains and trees as you soaked in the hot tub. It was da bomb.
Earlier today we went shopping at Fred Meyers (boys new favorite store) and I saw bubbles. I was suddenly seized with the vision of bubbles all over the hot tub with that window, the lighting at a specific time of the day… happy kids, bubbles, windows, mountain view- my artistic side was tickled silly. I bought the biggest bottle of bubbles and mildly rushed my boys to end the shopping spree so we could do this.
After patiently herding them to the car, arriving home and sorting everything to its rightful places, I clapped my hands and said, “who wants to go to the pool?!”
(I swear, since we started this journey, my boys have turned into fishes, happy fishes)
We all hurriedly went to the pool, them to swim and me? Just to do that bubbles shot.
My boys went straight into the pool and wanted me to join them. The pool is heated, but not warm enough for me. However, if I swam in the pool, it made their day. I said, “well, I will swim in the pool with you guys if you guys come with me to the spa and (I pulled out the bubbles bottle) do a mini photo session?”
(use your imagination on what my boys expressions were… they were already IN the pool)
I always win and we were on our way to the hot tub. I pulled out my camera and got the bubbles bottle ready.
What I definitely did not calculate on was, the stuffiness of that hot tub room. It was so steamy that my lens fogged up so fast. I was like, “foo… wait, lemme go and get tissues.” I quickly ran to the bathroom to get toilet paper and ran back, the boys were already so annoyed.
I promised them that I’d be quick and as I was excited and rushed into the hot tub with my camera, with a wad of tissues and the bubbles bottle that was open. As I hopped in, I accidentally dropped the bottle into the hot tub. Just like that. That. Entire. Bottle. It sank slowly, glug glug, to the bottom of the tub. Fuck! I picked it up and said, “let’s just give it a try.”
Eitan blew and blew, it either burst right away or quickly sank to the water. As he did that, I was wiping my lens with the wad of tissue every 1.5 seconds and Oisin? He kept shooting water with his water gun all over the place and hit me.
It was sheer chaos. I started to lose it. Then I told Eitan, toss the bottle, it’s a goner and demanded Oisin to join for a trio shot.
He was annoyed that I interrupted his pool time, and that I started getting stressed out when he just wanted to play and then for what? A couple of foggy photos consisting of annoyed children.
So much for my vision of bubbles galore with happy kids.
Lucky for them, I promised to swim with them at the pool and that tense moment was long forgotten.
And, those foggy shots turned out not bad after all.
just a mother who fled from society's constraints and is super excited to wake up to the outdoors, remain braless daily and teach her boys the art of boredom and discovery.