Dog-Paddle

Swimming, swimming, in the swimming pool
When days are hot and nights are cool
In the swimming pool
Front stroke, side stroke, fancy diving, too
Oh wouldn’t it be nice if we had nothing else to do.
But . . .

When I was the stake camp director one of the youth leaders taught everyone this song at roll call. I thought our kids would enjoy it and introduced it at family night a few weeks later. Our family sang it over and over—fall, winter, spring and summer. I think Ande liked it best because besides hand actions, we had to sing it 38 times, the first time with all the words and thereafter humming one word, then two, then three, until we were only humming. “Buuuuuuttttttt . . .” however, was sung with gusto.

Bad idea. With potentially thousands of repeats, that song has been an earworm in my head ever since. When I start to feel like I’m treading water and making no headway my head starts to croon, “Swimming, swimming, in the swimming pool . . .” and it won’t shut up.

So, though I’m no busier than anyone else, though I have nothing more out of the ordinary going on than anyone else , though I have no reason to be behind, all day my head has been singing, “Swimming, swimming in the swimming pool . . .” and I can’t seem to blog, sing and dog-paddle at the same time.

This afternoon I’ve been swimming in:

~Wedding Gifts. Organized and wrapped nine. (I was drowning in misplaced intentions. I hate when I procrastinate.)

~Reading. The Tipping Point (uh-hum, slept then read a paragraph, slept then read a paragraph . . . and I even like the book).

~Writing E-mails. (In fact, that’s why I can post now; I am sitting by the computer waiting for Ty’s e-mail so we can make Air Force Academy arrangements. He reports less than two weeks after he gets home so we better get a plan.)

~The Hall Closets. Sorting again. The kids definitely need more room.

~Phone Calls. I talked to a sick friend, called information more than once and heard the busy signal a dozen times.

~Guilt. I haven't walked in over a week.

That’s it. Here’s to a more productive day tomorrow where I don't just dog-paddle or hear that silly song over and over again.

How about you, did you float or sink today?