The Swimming Lesson
I'm not quite sure what lesson was learned - or by whom.
Today, like every Sunday at 11:45am, we have swimming lessons.
Easy, right? No rush, we get up when we want and have a nice family morning with bacon and eggs and a slow start on a gray Sunday.
Yeah…not so fast.
The problem with lazy mornings, is it’s hard to get the child un-lazied and ready to go swimming. I hopped in the shower and asked BW if she could coax a bathing suit and some clothes on our offspring so we could go and get there
I just stepped into the shower when the screaming started:
BW: Put your swimsuit on!
Child: “You’re ruining my life!”
I’m not sure about the particulars of how things went down, but down then went.
Meanwhile, I am in the shower and I have two thoughts.
I should go help BW
Hell, NO.
I chose option number two obviously and pretended I couldn't hear anything…lalallallalala - I can’t hear you……
When I came out of the shower things were down to a dull roar and BW was in a corner whimpering and the child was bright red from crying her heart out.
I managed to get the child to get some socks on and somehow we managed to remember to bring some underpants for her to change into and we get out the door with just enough time, and with all the supplies we need.
We get to the Swimming lessons and there’s not a soul there.
OMG. You have to be kidding me. All the tears and screaming and rushing - for nothing?
Turns out, some kid barfed in the pool in an earlier time slot so by the time we got there there was not a soul around anywhere because they closed the pool.
All that screaming and crying and coaxing and warming up the car and scraping the ice off, and buckling in - for naught.
We went home.
Turns out there was a message sent about the pool closure - but I missed it on my phone because I wasn’t glued to my phone because it was a lazy Sunday morning with the family.
There’s always next Sunday for the lessons to happen again.
Assuming no barfing, of course.
Keep Swimming,
TH and Co.