It Wouldn’t Be Summer Around Here Without A Pool Escapade

I did it!  I took all three kids to the swim club!  By myself!  And we survived!  Yay me! 

I was dreading this.  I used to do it last summer when R was only 9 months old and content to sit on my lap in the baby pool.  But this year she is 21 months old and a maniac in the water.  She loves it.  In her bath, she purposefully goes under water and comes up laughing.  It’s frightening enough in the tub.  It’s downright life-shortening at the swimming pool, as I found out when I lost at least a year off my life expectancy the day that Husband and I took the three kids to the indoor swimming pool this past winter. 

But today I managed to keep her in the shallow end of the baby pool, and she entertained herself by crawling in and out about a jillion times.  And it might have helped that we were only at the pool for a sum total of about 30 minutes, which was hardly worth the time and effort I invested to get there.  But the weather just wasn’t cooperating today.

Our afternoon went something like this:

2:30 – I stupidly ask the big kids if they want to go to the pool and meet up with our neighbors.  Of course they do.
2:35 – I rethink my foolish offer, in the interest of maintaining my last thread of sanity, and I suggest we fill the kiddie pool in the yard.  No dice. 
2:36 – I stall by saying we need to wait until R wakes from her nap.
2:40 – I beg, plead, and bribe my children with candy and a 10pm bedtime to reconsider my offer of the kiddie pool.  No dice.
2:45 – R is heard whimpering over the monitor.  The children beg, plead, and bribe me with promises of impeccable behavior if I will take them to the pool.
2:46 – I admit defeat and tell them to go get their bathing suits on.
2:47 – You’ve never seen two children move so fast.  They were clearly hoping that they could get to the car before I change my mind.
2:50 – I dial my neighbor’s cell phone to see if they are still at the pool, praying that they have already left for the day.
2:51 – The neighbors inform me that they plan to stay for another hour or so.  Dang!  I’m about out of excuses.
2:52 – I take advantage of this rare moment of compliance to get my kids to pack the pool bag for me.  Might as well milk it for all it’s worth.
2:55 – I quickly don my bathing suit, thanking my lucky stars I made use of my razor in the shower this morning.
2:57 – I collect R, the pool bag, and a few snacks and herd everyone to the car.
2:58 – An ominous dark cloud suddenly covers the sun.  I tell the kids it looks like rain, and wouldn’t they like to postpone this trip for another day?  No dice.
3:00 – We are on our way to the pool under a cover of gray sky.
3:15 – We arrive in the parking lot.  It’s packed.  We drive around and around and around, looking for a spot to park.
3:20 – We pile out of the car, gather our belongings, and trudge towards the pool.
3:25 – We locate our friends, who confirm my suspicions that rain appears imminent.  Joy!
3:26 – The kids throw off their flip-flops and shirts and head for the pool.  No sunscreen is necessary; score one for the rain clouds!
3:27 – I take all the necessary steps towards getting R ready to enter the baby pool. 
3:33 – I put R in the pool.  I spend the next 27 minutes with one eye on R, the other eye on both C and D, one ear on conversation with my neighbor, and the other ear listening to C say "Mom!  Look at this!" over and over and over and…  you get the drift.
4:00 – The whistle blows.  "Adult Swim!" the lifeguard calls.  The kiddie pool is suddenly inundated with children far too old and far too rough to be considered "kiddies".  I shuttle my three to the towel to feed them snacks as I watch the hostile sky for signs of lightening.
4:02 – I feel the first rain drop.
4:03 – I feel three more rain drops. 
4:05 – I tell the kids we’re outta there.  I start barking orders like a drill sargent.  We throw on t-shirts and flip-flops, grab towels and snacks, and I toss R into her stroller. 
4:06 – I hurriedly say goodbye to my neighbor and start pushing the stroller towards the door as my children trail along behind me, holding onto damp towels and snacks for dear life.
4:10 – We arrive at the parking lot.  More raindrops.  I motion behind me for the kids to stay on the curb while I jog towards the car with the stroller.
4:12 – I pull up to the curb to collect the children, and as I do, I notice a remarkably nice-looking man and his family walking towards their car.  I inadvertently take a second glance and make unexpected eye contact.  Mortified, I rapidly turn my attention to my children on the curb, push the button to open the automatic door, and bark at them to GET! IN!
4:14 – We pull away from the curb.
4:17 – The sky opens up with a drenching downpour.

Phew!  Just in the nick of time!

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9 thoughts on “It Wouldn’t Be Summer Around Here Without A Pool Escapade

  1. I’m going back to bed, I’m exhausted readng this! This is why God gives us our children when we are young and have energy. Can you hear snoring yet????

  2. I’m just envious that you can arrive anywhere in 15 minutes. I hate living in LA. (Although the trip doesn’t sound so very relaxing.)

    I like how your eyes were going in two directions looking at different kids. teeeeee.

  3. 4:12 – HAAA!!! I’ve done that before too and find myself obnoxiously trying to look anywhere but his direction again, wondering just how stupid I look!

  4. Oh, what we mother’s wouldn’t give for the ability to retract seemingly good ideas the instant they’re out…I’ve done the same thing myself!

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