At approx. 3pm, I changed my status at FB to "Rain, no rain? C'mon! Decide oredi!!".
It was because Gooly was nagging every 5 minutes to go swimming. Finally, I relented. We got changed and went to the pool.
..and drip drip drop...It began to drizzle.
Grrrrrreaaat! The rain wasn't heavy, but if we made a u-turn, the rain from Gooly's tear ducts will be unbearable!
Having been called dictator, stalin, 'richard' marx and a communist, I decided to chill out a bit. Relax...take deep breaths. What's a little rain? Let's open up the pool umbrella and wait a bit for the rain to stop.
Pitter patter.. Drizzle became rain. Uh-oh~
I began to grumble and whine like a 4 yr old - "What are we doing here? It's raining. I'm wet. I want to go home. I'm cold. I will get sick."
And Gooly who is 4.5 turned 50 - "Be patient. The rain will stop soon. Don't be angry. C'mon! You can use the towel to cover yourself."
Despite being 50, he began to dance and sing in the rain.
ฺBetween feeling manipulated, cheated, frustrated and wet, a smile managed to creep in. So, I put on the swimming cap, looked like an idiot to the other residents, and waited some more.
And when we finally dipped in the pool, it was freaking cold!!! Nobody told me anything about strong threshold against cold and rain when I applied for motherhood. Geeeeesh!
Why did I do that again? Ah yes, to keep my boy happy.
C'mon! Give me an award already! I'm cool. I let my son play in the rain. Just don't tell my MIL that.