To dive or not to dive

that is the question

I was wondering yesterday. My ears were a mess and I even called the house elf to tell him hunni I'm not diving this weekend.
Now you all know for me to say I'm NOT scuba diving I must be dying. I thought I was, my frigging ears HURT bad. However today they are better so it's off to the lake to help yet another group of new folks become certified divers. Yayyyyy

BUT I do not understand how it is that I always get the difficult student. For some reason the head instructor thinks I'm the one that needs the person that is difficult or I need the child to supervise.

PEOPLE..do I look maternial to you. I think duct tape is a perfectly good parenting tool and that all children should be locked away and beaten until they are 18 or able to earn their first million and take care of me.

So WTF with me diving with the kids. And man they stick to you like glue. I haven't been able to lose one at 100 feet yet. Damnit.

I'm figuring this weekend I either get the little heathen that does not listen to anyone, he is 14 and knows it all.. (Maybe I can ditch him at depth) or I'm going to get the old guy that keeps spitting his regulator outta his mouth. This I don't get either. The regulator is what you breath with underwater...why in Gods name would you spit it out, maybe he thinks he's a fish.
Well wish me luck...hopefully I'll be back Sunday with some semi-balance of sanity and hopefully Burfica and the kiddo will NOT fall down and hurt themselves or run face first through one of my windows, or get stuck in the middle of a tornado.

happy Friday