Today just isn’t going well. After the trauma at the post office, we came home and purposefully waited til the last minute to go to Tommy’s swim lessons because I wanted Lizzie to get as much of a nap as possible. When we got to the gym, however, the nursery was full and another Aquababies mom and I weren’t allowed to bring our kids in. So we sat outside in the hallway, changing diapers and putting our kids into suits and waiting for the mom who was in there chatting with the workers to leave with her two kids so that we could drop our girls off. As we sat there watching the minutes tick by and realized that our boys were going to get less and less of their lesson, we found out that we both had had rotten mornings, were both on the brink of tears, and both planned a good crying session during nap time. It made me feel a little less miserable to know I wasn’t the only one about to cry about baby swimming lessons. Finally, at 11:15 (swim lessons are 11-11:30), the chatty mom came out, and we got in. The workers were snotty as we tossed our babies into their arms and tore out of there. Tommy and I were in the pool by 11:18, so we got 12 minutes in. Of course, we missed the lesson part and just got there for free play time, and it was just long enough to make Tommy realize that he wanted to keep swimming so he was so sad when we had to get out promptly at 11:30 for the next class to get in. So I’m not sure it was really worth it. When I came in to collect Lizzie after 20 minutes, the head nursery worker was like, “Back so soon?” I tried not to cry as I said, “Well, we only had 12 minutes of swim class left after you let us in here, so…here we are!” She looked at me like I was a two year old (I hate it when adults do that to me–I HAVE a two year old!) and talked to me in that sickeningly sweet voice that some daycare providers have–you know, like the whole world is 5 years old–and drawled, “Well, if we’d known you were in a class, we would have let you in!” Yeah, because two moms in swim suits with toddlers in swim suits are just dropping their babies off at this specific time because we like hanging out in our swim suits all day. Deep breath. We’re home now…hoping that the afternoon goes better…
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Books in our queue
Derek:
The Warden, Anthony Trollope
The Upside-Down Constitution, Michael S. Greve
Emily:
What God Has to Say about Our Bodies, Sam Allberry
The Decline and Fall of the British Aristocracy, David Cannadine
To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis
Tommy:
Flowers from a Puritan's Garden, Charles Spurgeon
Master and Commander, Patrick O'Brian
Elizabeth:
The Lord of the Rings trilogy, J.R.R. Tolkien
David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
Susanna:
Spindle, W. R. Gingell
A Conspiracy of Kings, Megan Whalen Turner
Janie:
Snow Treasure, Marie McSwiggin
Dancing Shoes, Noel Streatfeild
Annie:
Faithful Friends: Favorite Stories of People in the Bible, Marcy and Michael Kelleher
The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, C. S. Lewis-
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Ugh! We all have “those days.” Make yourself a hot cup of tea and try to take a few minutes to relax! You are doing your best, let God do the rest! (terrible cliche I know, but its true!)