Thank goodness for nap time. Mondays are swimming at Goldfish and we have established quite the routine. Annette and Kennedy (neighbor nanny and another little 3 year old) come over at 9am and we play until it is time to go to Goldfish. Our lessons are at 11:30 so we start loading the car at 10:50. I always pack 4 lunches so that when we are done swimming the kids can eat on the way home. (this is a sure way of getting a necessary meal out of the way to make room for long naps). There is no fooling around when we arrive home. We take off our coats and shoes and head directly upstairs for an afternoon of blissful sleep.
The triplets take their lesson until noon and when they are done I get the
wonderful pleasure of joining them in the pool. Open swim is from noon to 1 so
although I don't have to get into the pool for their lesson I have given in to
my complete distaste of getting into a public pool in the middle of winter. It
is not the water that bothers me, it is the fact that no mother needs to dig out
a bathing suit in February. It is the idea of having to undress and glow in the
dark with the white pasty skin or the fact that I get to stare at my toe nails
and notice the pedicure that I haven't gotten since Labor Day weekend.
Upon arrival we all gather in a dressing room. Yesterday it seemed as if some
of us were a bit on edge. Declan stood outside of the dressing room
looking at the wall in a daze as I watched his pants slowly go from a light tan
color to a dark brown. He then glanced down at his boots and watched the pee
puddle at his feet. The "oh no" look came and immediately the whine of ..mommy
I'm wet. When one pees..they all need to pee. We got Declan in the
dressing room and just as we close the door there is the panic call from the
other 2. "Got to go pee" "got to go pee". They are both naked, hoping
around and holding themselves. (we aren't home so we can't just run out the
door naked and find the bathroom). I am digging thru the swim bag
trying to find the swim shorts so that I can get something on them and get them
out the door fast enough to make it. (keep in mind that there is nothing
relaxing about this event. It is always something and people wonder why I am
always rushing and not taking time to enjoy...It is because "rush" is the only
speed I seem to be familiar with these days)
We completed our lesson and our free swim and this is where...again it gets
crazy. Triplets and I in a changing room and they are all wet. They can't pull
off their suits on their own because they stick, they are shivering and they
think it is funny to open the door. I decide to change first and they announce
to everyone "mommy got underwear" "mommy go potty" etc etc etc.
(Thank you wonderful sons for sharing with all of the Goldfish families
exactly what your mom is doing...step by step in our cramped dressing room)
We eventually gather our belongings and get out of the dressing room and now it
is time for boots and coats. For some reason the hair dryers always stop us.
There are 3 chairs and 3 dryers so all 3 get on the chairs and turn on the
dryers and I try to wait patiently while they all hold the dryers in one place
against their heads. They dry portions of their hair and by the time we leave
they all have mohawk's sticking up in different directions.
By the time we get loaded back into the car it seems like it has been a full
day. I find the drivers seat and the ride home to be such a peaceful moment
before we have to unload and empty. This is just a morning in the life of