I am a terrible mother, swimming with George seems to have gone out the window recently, there are two main reasons for this;
We are just so busy on my non-working days that we just don’t seem to have time
I like to get to baby groups that my friends are at so I can have a quick natter whilst the kids play … kind of like a two birds one stone kind of thing if you know what I mean. We catch up on which kids are teething…. All of them, who has a cold followed by the “there must be something going around” chorus and finally what kind of poops our kids are doing at the moment. I often come away from seeing my friends thinking… “Sh*t I forgot to ask how her new job was…. Or I forgot to wish her Happy Birthday”.
I don’t know how George will react, which quite simply puts me off
I mean let’s face it, getting dry and changed isn’t an easy thing to do at the best of times let alone with a hyper toddler. The few times I have taken George swimming we have spent a good 20 minutes getting ready, I then proceed to carry him to the pool, dip the little cherub in the water and then he lets out his usual almighty scream like I am about to drown him which is impossible to ignore and to be quite truthful it’s rather embarrassing. I try and calm him down and occasionally, VERY occasionally he chills out for a minute or two before he kicks off again.
I pick George up as quickly as possible, smiling like the lovely mother I am, thinking in my head “What the actual F*ck?, Why me?” I curse the friend who told me that the pull-out method was an effective form of contraception and I swiftly vacate the pool as calmly as possible.
I walk with my head down towards the exit occasionally looking up to make sure we don’t walk in to any walls, catching glances off the other swimmers along the way, some sympathetic and some annoyed that their relaxing swim has gone to complete and utter sh*t.
We head to the changing room and grab a shower, if the screams weren’t loud enough in the pool they are on a new level in the shower especially with the lovely echo effect. Then it is time to try and get the little angel dry and dressed… the only problem is I can’t seem to hold him down long enough so I end up chasing him round usually half naked. I guess you could say I haven’t worked out the right order to do things yet… It’s always a battle in my mind, get George changed first, no me, no George… So you can see my dilemma and the reason I avoid the swimming baths – it is all too much for a girl like me – I just want an easy life.
Now we have recently booked our first family holiday to Mexico in January and my main aim is to get George to a level where swimming is fun and we can stay in the pool longer than 4 minutes, so with that in mind I spoke with Puddle Ducks who have a listing of their classes on our directory and I got George booked in.
You can read our Puddle Duck’s Review tomorrow