But finally, after enduring 20 events-worth of Ben's howling about outrageously priced suckers, I couldn't take it anymore. As I trudged past my dear friend (who also has 4 kids, one from China) I muttered something about my swim meet fate, my temptation to run away from home, and maybe also offering a "kids-for-sale" slogan? She offered me sympathetic condolences and Mommy-encouragement. I think that knowing my friend truly understands my plight is the only thing that kept me from sticking the kids in the basement and returning to the pool! (you know I'm just kidding right?) I left with her words to put them in bed and "do something I enjoy"---I wondered what that could be....the only thing that came to mind was the clutter, laundry, and dishes glaring from my house.
I dragged a howling Ben and flopping Lydia through the crowd...most people staring pathetically at us...feeling sorry for them or me (I'm not sure). I tossed a few words to Jason at the grill, and stormed home, missing the other 3/4 of my kids' swimming. I put little people in bed and curled up with a book, again feeling sorry for all of the Mommies in the world whose events are ruined by 3-foot, irrational, cute people.
Before I toted the two pre-schoolers home to bed, I did manage to get some video footage! By last week's 3rd meet, I decided to save myself the grief and sent the boys and Daddy alone. Ben actually perked up when he realized that he did not have to endure the 3 hours of lame-ness at the pool and we relaxed at home. My swim meet optimism has been a bit crushed, but I have decided to be content savoring any snippet that I get to watch, looking forward to the day when they are all four swimming and I'm not herding Oompa-Loompas and experiencing a Willy Wonka nightmare!
Enjoy...Jack's new butterfly stroke and Sam's freestyle :))
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