It's swimsuit season here already.
For the first time in my life, I love swimsuit season.
And it's not because I look good in one. Because I surely don't.
Swimsuit season means swimming.
Lots and lots of swimming.
It means I'll have tired babies at the end of the day.
Which means The Taz won't have the energy for a long drawn-out battle over the bedtime routine.
It means that we won't have to give them a bath.
Which also means that I won't have to mop the bathroom floor from all the splashing.
Yes. For the first time ever, I love swimsuit season.
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