It was so flippin' hot here last week; the kids talked me into taking them down to our creek.
And I've regretted it every day since.
What's the big deal? Gator ride through the field, as far as I could make it go into the weeds, traipse through the thicket, down the ravine- with a HEAVY two year old on my back - mind you.
Just to sit on a rock
with a camera that is too steamed over to get any decent pictures.
Because if you know me, you know I'm not getting in the water unless I can see the bottom.
And after Ruby and Sammy had a turn, you could no longer see the bottom.
The kids got cooled off, and thought I was the best mom ever. For the rest of the evening anyway.
All I got was mosquito bites. On my butt. Wrong day to wear a skirt.