So after a failed first run, I was done. Finished. Halas. But when I called Josh to say that I was going to write off the entire session of swim lessons because I didn’t have it in me to be Mom Of The Screamer At The Pool, he said he had talked to Camille that morning and she said, “I’m going to swim today.” Yeah, right. I’ve heard that one before. I handed off the phone to her and he must have said something like, “If I tell your mom to bring you to swim lessons and you don’t swim, she’s going to kill me, so you better not make me look bad.”
She didn’t. She even swam with a smile. (For most of it.)
Hallelujah that Mr. Joseph was in the pool and not me.
I mean, yes, it’s SUPER HOT outside (though I swear it’s not as humid as last summer), but the pool water is chilled which most people see as an advantage?!? I prefer my pool water to be body temperature so chilled pools are not my thing. Give me swampy warm water any day.
She earned her ice cream today! Now I only have to think up 6 more bribes . . .
6pm — out cold for the night. At least until 2:30am when she woke up starving.
Survival is letting your child eat cold chicken nuggets in your bed while you try to fall back to sleep before the wide-awakeness hits you too.