I took last week off from blogging but I am back!
Let’s Daily Prompt shall we.
Today’s Daily Prompt : When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.
My 7yo takes swim lessons on Saturday mornings at 9am – we were late signing up hence the “coveted” 9am slot.
The swim school uses hotel pools in surrounding towns to host the lessons. The lessons are private and last 30 minutes.
It’s not the fancy swim school most people I know use, however, it’s affordable and I have finally accepted that none of my children will be the next Michael Phelps so it’s good enough.
At this point, all I want is for the kids to all swim in the deep end of the pool and actually play and have fun rather than whine and tell me they are thirsty and want to go home and watch tv.
Anyway, this past Saturday me, Jake and 2 of his brothers headed off to the pool at 9am. Everyone was very excited to be out and about, sans iPads, so early on a Saturday that we were practically skipping our way into the lobby.
As we waited for Jane our swim instructor to open the door, I spotted a family of 4 coming up behind us decked out in swim wear carrying tubes.
WTF, this is a joke right? I thought to myself. Why the hell would ANYONE be at an indoor pool at 9am on a Saturday?
We don’t live in a big city so it’s not like our hotels are overrun with tourists in February. This was just nuts.
I could almost accept it if it were kids excited to swim – keeping in mind my own kids would NOT be in the pool at 9am – but this was a mother, father, 2 kids AND an aunt all decked out in bathing suits!
Ok, I told myself. I am sure Jane will be able to conduct the lesson. Surely these people will realize what is going on and just stay on the other end of the pool.
Never have I been so wrong.
The whole family jumped in the pool (the pool is small and only goes up to 5ft) and started splashing and playing around in the “deep” end while Jake and Jane stayed in the shallow end.
No sooner did Jane start to working with Jake on his kicks when one of the kids, Jonah, comes by with his tube and starts splashing right next to Jake. They were almost touching Jonah was so close.
Jonah’s aunt motioned to him to move away but his hairy, shirtless, dad, who was in the middle of the pool jumping up and down like spastic 8yo, just shrugged before starting a game of Toss-Jonah’s- Tube- Back- and- Forth- Across- the- Pool.
If the tube happened to land where Jane or Jake was, no problem, Super Jonah would just jump in between them to retrieve it.
I was seething in my chair calling them names, in my head, while wishing each one of them a leg cramp.
I was DYING to confront them and ask them WTF they were doing and why they couldn’t just swim at the other end of the pool.
But no….Nic is afraid of confrontation so instead I shot them looks to kill.
Take that you ignorant ass! I glared from 5 feet away.
The final straw came when the family started playing Marco fn Polo. All 5 of them were spread out and hairy dad was under water “hiding” .
Over the screaming of MARCO! POLO! I finally decided enough was enough and told Jane we needed to reschedule the lesson.
We are going to stop our lesson, are you happy weird family?????
Yup, I showed them right?
Hey, you interrupt our swim lesson with your rude behavior and we will just leave and let you play some more!
Afterwards on the way to Dunkin’ Donuts, I kept thinking about how I should have confronted the family. I envisioned myself grabbing the dad’s hairy arm and hurling him out of the pool with my super duper mom strength.
Or I could have taken the mature approach and politely explained that a private swim lesson was taking place and could they kindly swim at the other end of the pool until our lesson was over.
Nope I did nothing and I’m VERY disappointed in myself.
But hey, if I ever see Marco Polo family again they better watch out because I will be better prepared!
Thanks for reading. Here’s to a great week