This is me after 15 hours of “sleep” (minus the several hours in the middle of the night that I was up with girlie). We went to sleep at 5:30 pm and I got up at 8am. It feels like I’ve been tumbled in the dryer and don’t know which way is up.
Before vacation, I had the bright idea of signing Camille up for swimming lessons, thinking that 4pm would be perfect to get her out of the house during the sleepy afternoon time so she could get back on Bahraini time faster. Um, yeah. I’m an idiot.
First problem: I had to wake her up from her nap to get dressed to go to the pool. Then she fell asleep again on the way.
We haven’t even gotten out of the car yet and she’s crying: “I don’t want to do swimming lessons!!”
This
plus this = $40 down the drain
She cried the entire time and the teacher suggested I take her in the “Mommy and Me” class. I can do Mommy and Me all day long in our pool at home. She can blow bubbles, she can put her face in the water, and the whole point of swimming lessons for me is so that I don’t have to get in the pool myself.
As soon as we left the pool, she was super happy. Of course she was.
(To be fair to her, I know this joyful feeling well. It’s the adrenaline rush that happens when an anxiety producing event is behind you. Similar to how I used to want to kiss the ground when I stepped off an airplane.)
This is today in our pool.
Swimming, splashing, putting her face in the water . . . no problem!
I think this will have to count for swimming lessons for this year.