This morning the Girl decided that she was not happy wearing her alternate bathing suit (since her Ariel one was in the trunk and stinky from yesterday) to go to lessons, so she piled on the freak fit and made us late. She does that once in awhile. Makes me nuts. I have to threaten her with certain torment if she whimpers and cries one more second. I get all short and mean; everyone gets quiet, no one crosses me. I go sort of insane. I absolutely hate it when someone pulls something the time I have to leave in a hurry and then I have to stop and manually squeeze the tallow, drop by drop, into a pot. There were definitely some discipline things that had to go on before exiting the door, and that happened, but there was still the issue of being late to a thirty minute swim lesson that was canceled yesterday, by the way. I arrived there on time and everything with the girls (the neighbor girl included) and the life guard was like, "Oh, no one called you?"
Come here while I take your nose and twist it off...
I know, so Christian of me.
Well, it wasn't canceled today even though there was a synchronized swimming class going on at the same time. The Pointer Sisters blasted as older, big women flailed their arms around in the pool, looking like they were doing not much of anything. They were having fun though. I admired their drive. It was sort of chaotic. A swim lesson with all these women in a circle not much further in, with Barbara Streisand going nuts to some beat. I couldn't hear anything that the lifeguards were saying to the girls, I was surprised they heard anything. Whatever.
Yesterday I took the kids to the pool up north in Manassas at my SIL's apartment. We sat next to this gate that sounded like a piercing shatter every time a kid went through it and I regretted it immediately. It was like a shard would go through my ear every time a kid walked by there. I had finally had it when some kid did it again about mid way through our visit.
"Hey!" I said to the kid, "Would you mind gently closing that gate and not slamming it? The sound is getting in my head, I hate it!"
He immediately started calling me ma'am and stuff so it didn't happen anymore from any other kids besides my own. I could not believe the Oldest and Eraser Eater started doing it once things were fine. GRRRRR....
I am sort of mean to kids at pools. Some were splashing around a couple of weeks ago and got some water on my book. "Hey!" I yelled. "Hey kid, you got some water on my book! I wouldn't do that if I were you!" and I started to get up. They were all freaked out and were all apologetic. I let out a huge laugh and they loosened up after that, but didn't splash on me again. Kids can be well-mannered if you force them.