Lessons from the Pool

Parker has survived her first two one-on-one swim lessons. Though she has no fear of the water, she spent the entire first lesson scream crying. It was horrific. Today's lesson went much better. I can't tell if she was just more comfortable or if it's because we bribed her shamelessly. Whatever. It worked. If you would have asked me the first day if I thought Parker would make it through the week, I would have said no, but now it appears we can survive three more days. Nevermind we're going to have only a high of 69 tomorrow, the first day of July. BAH! The even better thing about the pool was that it completely wore my kid out, so much so that she slept for almost 3 hours this afternoon which she has not done in at least a year.

Then it turns out I lost R's wedding ring. Nice, huh? He gave it to me at the pool and I slipped it onto my thumb for safekeeping. Except it wasn't so safe after all because hours later when he asked me for his ring, I'd completely about and could not remember when I last saw it. A brief, panicked search ensued, but then we had to leave. A couple hours later, I went back to the pool in sheer desperation, despite a sneer of disbelief (that I'd find it there) from R when I told him I was going back to look. Apparently the gods are pleased with me because the high school life guard girl that was giving swim lessons when we were there 9 hours earlier was still there AND she had the ring. I nearly cried with gratitude because I never would have lived that down. Ever.

Maybe all this means I should get my ass up and go buy a lottery ticket. You think?