United States of Motherhood: Not The Sharpest Tool in the Shed

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Not The Sharpest Tool in the Shed


My daughter missed a substantial amount of swim practice today while sobbing on deck. Why you ask? Was it because she just moved up to a new competitive group? Was it the tough Iron Man Triathlete coach who expects the world from her swimmers? Was she tired from getting up at 5:30 AM this morning? No, it was because of blisters.

The silly girl opted to wear leather, 1 size too small boots yesterday--without socks! I find this out after she walks with a limp to the car yesterday. Today, wearing fins was excruciating as was the chlorine in the open, torn blisters on both sides of both ankles.

Nope, sometimes, my daughter is not the sharpest tool in the shed. She comes by it honestly. There's a running joke between CG and I that his side of the family, while mostly academically inclined, lacks the most common of senses at times. CG agrees. When two members of his immediate family on independant occasions can manage to get hit by cars while crossing the street, well...enough said. Yep, suffering from a marble deficiency runs on CG's side of the family.

Yup, marbles!

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