Sarah Gets Slimed

We’re just back from a family BBQ. My children’s behaviour at the party can be best described as a walking ad for contraception.

I’d been very much looking forward to it, especially as it was an incentive to dress up, and take particular care with my hair and make-up. By the time I was finished getting ready this morning, I thought I looked pretty good. Unfortunately, I wasn’t destined to stay that way.

The party was hosted by my sister-in-law’s parents. They live in a beautiful house on a river with a large, sprawling garden. They also have a pond. When I saw the pond, I figured I’d have to be extra vigilant as the small one in particular loves water.

Within half an hour of our arrival, the boy decided to go for a refreshing dip. I saw him wading into the pond, legged it across the lawn, and was horrified when he promptly sank. Apparently, the pond is deep. I dove in, quickly followed by C and one of his brothers. The boy was hauled out covered in dirt and slime. Needless to say, those of us who went in after him were also not looking or smelling our best.

While all the adults were distracted by the rescue operation, the girl seized the opportunity to get into some serious mischief. She emptied watering cans; trampled plants; raided a raspberry bush; and – quite literally – rolled in dirt.

By the time we were leaving, I was covered from head to toe in pond slime, raspberry juice, dirt, potato salad and some unidentifiable substance.

I think a very large glass of wine is called for this evening, don’t you?