Pumice Punishment

Pumicing is going to be the death of me. . . 

That and dry hands, look how scaly my thumb looks in that picture.

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And for all those who don't know what pumicing is- it is the act of taking a scouring stick and rubbing the hard-water buildup off of all the little tiles that surround our pool.

As you can see from the picture at the top- the first day I pumassed I didn't wear gloves and by the end of the day all my fingers on my right hand were bleeding. Since then gloves have become a necessity.

I hate pumicing so much that I have decided that when I have children instead of timeout or punishment like "soap" I am going to make them pumice.

I would consider myself fairly tough.
I mean I was raised with four older brothers and a tough little sister. . . and they didn't tolerate much.
. . . Even though I do recall Shay calling me a bawl baby when we were younger.
That however is besides the point.
The point is that I don't complain a lot, but with my fingers bleeding and still more tiles to be scraped I may have whined a bit . . . a lot a bit.

However I want to add this little two-bits:
The human body is an amazing thing and the way a injury heals fascinates me.

yep. magical.

picture via here

When I grow up and have a house of my own, 

There will be trees in my yard

(hopefully already climbing ready!)

I want to hang lights in the biggest one like this ^ ^ ^ ^

then during the summer 

my husband (eventually kids) and I will have sleepovers under it

on a ginormous quilt that is pieced together with scraps.

(I hope the fabric scraps DON'T match)

While laying on our ginormous quilt

underneath our magnificent tree

we will laugh 

snuggle 

tickle 

wrestle 

. . . . and then eventually

fall asleep

enclosed by the magic of the moment.

STAY TUNED for the real even- (at least) FIVE years in the making!