With the pool opening today, I find myself gathering books to read. The children don't need me in the pool with them. They don't want me in the pool with them. But they do wish for me to be generally around, just available with snacks and emergency repair of broken goggles.
They insist I stay poolside, reading and socializing. Far away but near enough. Present but uninvolved. Here, but clearly lost in a book. I'm so spoiled! Must I really sit here and enjoy myself for hours? Oh, if you insist.