Today during swimming lessons I text Wyatt:
I’m so stressed out, I want to hide in the basement and cry.
And then he called me to see if I was okay. I started to cry.
The past couple weeks we’ve missed the mark on not being “busy.” I’ve been going from one thing to the next to the next from sun-up to sun-down. And when I manage to cross one thing off my list, five more things instantly jump right back on.
So when he called I told him all the things I have that need to be done – everything from laundry to packing to getting a gift for the baptism this weekend. He told me to calm down and just take the kids to the pool like I’d promised . . . days ago.
Trouble is, I didn’t want to. How could I go to the pool and just sit when I had a billion things to do at home?
It took every ounce of self discipline I had to put the kids in the car and go. Right up to the very last moment I was reconsidering.
But we went to the pool.
And Nat-O-potato was THRILLED to walk up and down the steps of the shallow pool. He slid down the slide and sipped drinks of chlorinated water to his little hearts content.
And Andrew was so excited to practice his blowing his bubbles and showing me his star fish swimming moves!
And Everett jumped off the diving board for the very first time. No one to help him. Jump, surface, swim. He’s crossed over to a swimming kid now.
And Calvin jumped off the lower diving board a dozen times or so, and even learned to do flips! And then he braved the high dive several times!
And Olivia Claire jumped off the high dive a dozen times, no hesitation, just summer fun!
And in the end I was glad I went.