Tuesday is swimming day here at The Beetle Shack.
Each Tuesday morning for the last term and a half I've bundled the kids into the car with their swimmers and towels and a sweet little snack as a good behaviour bribe. Each week I've hustled and jostled and patiently reminded the kids NOT TO RUN THROUGH THE CAR PARK, you know, I've been really calm and serene about the whole thing.
Each week I manage to forget some necessary item like goggles, hair ties, bobbi pins or said snack for behaviour bribery. Each week Elke stays calm and quiet until it's time for the big kids to exit the pool, get dried and dressed- at which point she screams relentlessly. But you know, I remain really calm and serene, because thats the kind of woman I am.
This morning I awoke to the sun creeping through early morning mist. The light was dancing, a new day dawning and everything was beautiful. From the living room I could hear the sound of my children happily playing and I knew the aroma of coffee wouldn't be far away.
As I lay beneath the covers, pondering all that was right with the world I recalled that today was Tuesday, swimming day.
Mystique turned to madness and I started the day poorly.
Somewhere between drinking my delicious hot coffee and finding that the towels had been left outside in the rain I decided we'd Forfeit our pre paid fees and give swimming a miss (for the 3rd week in a row).
Sometimes you've just gotta call it. Enough is enough.
For a a term and a half I've been running like a chook with it's head cut off. I've been stressed and anxious and, well, a little bit shouty and I feel crap about it. I've exhausted myself with my inward focus and heavy brow and I figure if a little less 'busy' can make it easier, then I'll take it.
So see ya later swimming, you pain in the proverbial!
How about you, are thing starting to get bonkers in the lead up to Christmas?