Thursday night = swimming lesson I really hate Thursdays. With a passion. I do wonder why I put myself through it but it’s obvious really. Daisy absolutely loves swimming. Once she’s in the pool that is.
It’s the 40 mins prior that’s the problem. Every week at around 4pm we ‘tackle’ the swimming costume. It’s not fun. It can take a good 4/5 times of pulling it up and down before it’s comfy/not up her bottom/straps are not twisted. She’s worked herself into a right rage and I’m quietly counting to 10 so I don’t lose my few remaining marbles!! Next it’s hair. Arrghhh. Finally we make it out of the door and drive, in stony silence to the pool.
We pick a ‘quiet’ corner in the 30 degree changing room and I grit my teeth and silently pray that the swim hat/goggles go on first time – you all know how it goes by now!! We emerge full of smiles and looking like the perfect family -albeit a sweaty one!!
Fast forward half an hour and the lesson is over. Now you may remember that I have lost 4lbs. I realise now that it is due to the amount I sweat whilst waiting for Daisy to get dry. God give me strength (and a gentle breeze).
Today was especially fun. Someones little darling had kindly drip dried on the bench where my converse were neatly tucked away. At least I hope that’s what it was!!