I grew up in Hawaii. Needless to say I LOVE LOVE LOVE warm weather and water. I'm aware that here in Utah I can only get both of those for a few months of the year, and have tried to come to terms with that. The last outing to the pool made it very difficult to do that.
First complaint: I had to pay to go to the pool. It's really not that big a deal, but can add up when you like to go as often as we do. We stood in line for a little while. Taj saying over and over again, "Mom, I'm ready to go in now."
Finally got up to the counter to pay when
complaint two and three arose: Because it is a pool there are lots of germs being released and shared. The state has a new rule that everyone under the age of three has to wear a swim diaper. Check. Already have them on. Oh, must also have on a plastic cover. Good grief. Fine. I'll take two. I wouldn't want any poo to slip out of another kid either. I pay the extra ten bucks for the plastic covers for the swim diapers, but wouldn't you know it, they can't get the case open with the stupid things in them. We wait. And wait. Taj still saying he's ready, and me trying to be patient and explain what we are waiting for. Not joking, thirty minutes later they get it open. Blurg.

We get the swim diaper covers on and explain to Taj how important it is not to poo in the pool and send him off running. Soooooo happy. A while later he needs to poo, so we head for the bathroom. What a great guy.
Complaint Four: while Taj is being a great kid with the waiting, diapers, covers, bathroom break... another kid poos in the pool! I am so mad. We can't get in the pool for some chlorine cleansing thing that takes about twenty minutes. Poor sweet Taj.

I know I was spoiled growing up in Hawaii, but this was
ridiculous. I'm doing all I can to try and like it here, but Utah is really making it hard.
I've been blessed with patient children who can really make the best, and forget all the junk so quickly. I have so much to learn. Maybe that's why I'm stuck here for now.