14 April 2010

Our Island Story~Timing is Everything

Here's another "I was pregnant and poor me island post." Winter had not fully set in yet and I was off to grab some groceries. The pontoon was out of the water already and we only had the row boat. (I hated that boat) Daddy was off work and home with the kids so I was on my own with a row boat and 2 oars! (see the small shot of the oar. Bottom left.) This is how timing comes into play when rowing a boat in somewhat higher waters than normal. (The pic above is about what the day looked like) I'm looking over my shoulder to try and make sure I am giving the boat just enough "man power" to land it on shore in order for me to be able to exit the boat on dry land. The process goes like this: When getting a few feet from land you really work the oars so the boat will go up the embankment enough for you to, stand up, turn around while jumping over the seat, jump out of the boat onto dry land, AND grab the rope before the boat slips back in the water. See, it's your weight sitting on the front seat keeping the boat on the ground, once that weight stands up and exits the boat it's more than happy to slip back into the water.) On this particular day my preggo hormones must have thrown me off balance because I wasn't quite fast enough. I landed on the ground alright, about 2 1/2 feet under water. I gasped at the freezing water and I remember yelling at the top of my lungs, "I HATE this place! I sloshed out of the water determined NOT to row back across the river to get dry clothing. I'd rather shop wet than do that again. Then I remembered my husband always kept a fresh change of clothes and shoes in his car. He learns fast! At the time I was only about 3 months pregnant and easily slipped into my husband's jeans. There I was, wearing pants about a foot too long, and a very ugly pair of boots that were also a foot too long! (well, maybe only 4 inches) At any rate, I was warm and dry so I had to count my blessings. Off to the store I go praying that everyone I ran into was remembering the commandment "not to judge" lest ye be judged!!


AntfarmMom said...

Goodness that is so funny! You survived though, and lived to tell us about it! LOL!

Chad and Jessica's Family said...

That is hillarious!!! I love these stories!!!! :) I had a funny picture of you in mind!!!! I would have yelled the same thing and probably cried too.


Kathy@theshebearofeleven said...

How funny! I like your attitude, not caring what other people thought and shopped anyway!

Cinnamon said...

OH that is tooo funny!! I could TOTALLY relate and I've had those "I'm pregnant, poor me" moments waay too often :-/

Thanks for the laugh~ Cinnamon

busymomof10 said...

Everytime I think I have heard all of your island stories, you come up with one more!! They are all so interesting and amazing, and this one was hilarious!! I was visualizing the whole thing in my mind as I read it! You are a great writer and story teller! Thanks for sharing these vignettes with us, your faithful readers! :)

Susan said...

LOL! Hilarious! I can imagine you must have been sooooo frustrated at the time, but what a GREAT funny story now ;)

Gae said...

I really enjoyed your story and reading the ohter family stories.
I love finding large family blogs as I can really relate to the stories and things that go on.
I love the way you told the story.