Swimming. To be quite honest I don’t like it. Generally would avoid it unless it involves a tropical hotel and pool…like the now distant honeymoon memories…
Swimming with children = official nightmare.
Pack swimming bags
Queue to pay
Wait for allotted time slot in the horrifically busy pool
Spend a small fortune in cafe waiting
Leg it for the one available ‘family’ changing room
Battle small kids into swimming gear
(All the time shouting ‘don’t run you will slip’ to two over excited kids)
Force small arms into arm-bands fearing wrist dislocation
Get in pool and have ‘fun’
Argue with the child turning blue that they ARE cold and its time to get out
Leg it for the one available ‘family’ changing room. Again.
Get wet kids back into clothes that stick to bodies
Wonder how to dry your feet without needing to boil wash your towel 100 times before its useable again.
Listen to ‘I’m hungry can we go to the cafe’ approx every minute
Drive home attempting to keep exhausted kids awake else they won’t go to sleep before 9pm.
90% hell, 10% fun.
Unfortunately i get that kids need to learn how to swim.
Today we sucked up the courage to take three kids swimming for the first time since we have been outnumbered. Romsey rapids is great. Romsey rapids in half term isn’t. We missed the calling of our allotted time slot and you only get 1 hour 10 mins. (One ridiculously hard to hear announcement, way before the time the reception told us and then a queue you think you should join but apparently is just a queue for all the people waiting with the coloured bands after you who didn’t want a second mortgage in the cafe – not great romsey rapids. Could do better). We spent a quarter of the remaining time getting 5 people in swimwear. Bella’s behaviour was the definition of the terrible twos. I nearly gave up then and went home to drown in wine rather than chlorine.
But J got in the pool and swam. He didn’t cling to our arms. Or panic that he would sink. Our little scardy cat, health and safety monitor, realised his arm-bands made him float (we have told him a bazzilion times) and he was off. Slowly and not exactly elegantly but he was doing it. Seriously proud mum and a beaming boy.
But for those who are taking a baby, remember to pack a clean nappy for after swimming. Just a reminder. It would be bad to forget. This didn’t happen to us at all.