God I hate swimming lessons. Why does it take so long to learn to swim? It
"It is all about consistency Mrs Multiple", the friendly but oh-so-annoying pipsqueak told me at the pool last week when the four kids went for an assessment to work out what 'level' they are now at.
The Minx and Dew Drop are starting from Level 1. This term they will be commencing what will probably be a decade of swimming lessons. Both had to be peeled off the wall to be "assessed". Sigh.
Nugget and Doo Dahon the other hand, have already had their fair share of swimming lessons but appear to be going backwards. They will probably find themselves in a class with a couple of two year olds this year. Sigh.
"Ah, yes. Consistency" I say, looking around as the children bounce off the walls. I have heard that word more than once before on my parenting road.
A myriad excuses flood my overheated brain. Are the pools this hot so that I can't think I think?
Why didn't we go throughout winter I ask myself feeling more than a little judged by the pipsqueak? Ah yes. The pool we were using closed at the end of Term 1. The kids played soccer in winter and I work three days a week so it was very hard to find time between practice, work, games and, of course, colds to fit it in throughout the winter. I had my reasons.
"I meant to sign them up for winter", I confess lamely.
"Our pool is 29 degrees in winter", she states smugly. "No excuses for not swimming all year long at this swim school".
Hmmm... none indeed.