The Problem with Toys

The problem with toys is that you have to take care of them once you have them. This time it was finally time to clean and drain the hot tub. We have to do this about three times a year - or after every poopy diaper, whichever comes first. So far, we have had none of the latter. It's against the rules. Robin made a suction tool and we hooked two hoses up to drain the thing, at the same time scrubbing all the Jet Packs, cleaning the filters, scrubbing down the sides, and cleaning all the glass on the deck. It was quite a bit of fun with the 102' F water, in our swimming suits on a cold evening, but the fun ended as the sun went down, the clean water was cold, and Janene slipped in the empty tub and cracked the back of her head on one of the delicately curved edges of the tub. We will have to watch her closely - it was a pretty good smack. She was dizzy for a few minutes, but now she's back to work vacuuming the carpet - another problem with toys. If we had a dirt floor, she wouldn't need a vacuum cleaner. All in all, I guess we figure the tradeoff is worth it to enjoy the toys when we can. I sometimes wonder if we let our toys and 'things' run our lives. I suppose that is the reason I will probably never own a Mercedes or some really fancy truck. I would hate to feel like I had to spend every spare moment making sure it looked nice and always spotless. That would take away from the time we have to spend with our kids, grandkids and friends. And they are a lot more fun than any toy we could ever own - or it own us.