Last week was our town’s art fair and Ellie and I sure did spend our fair share of time there. We went every day, sometimes even twice.  The weather was great so it was mainly a great excuse to be out and about and feel the excitement in our small little town. Sometimes we went as a family, sometimes we hung out with friends, sometimes we went solo, and sometimes I went solo. But on the third day of the art fair, my main goal was to get lunch. A pulled pork sandwich from this BBQ master guy to be specific. I had split one with Aya earlier in the week and I wanted more.
A BAD CASE OF THE MONDAYS
I’ve found that since I’ve been staying at home, I don’t get the Sunday Night Blues anymore. I don’t wake up Monday morning praying for it to be Friday. Most often, I welcome a Monday. It’s when I can resume my regular schedule and settle back into my routine and recoup from the weekend festivities. Which, lately has consisted mostly of working on the bedroom project. And last Monday I had plans, and I was excited to be out and about and away from the house for awhile. But the problem about having plans is that they don’t always go as planned. So you could say my Monday was just a little, off.
SWIM CLASS: FOURTH SESSION
You’re probably wondering what happened in the third session. Well, I didn’t write about it because all I would have done was copy and paste everything from the second session post. Just more crying and whining. And then more crying and whining. And crying… and whining. Mostly from Ellie, but I did my fair share too. Just not during class. At least not out loud. Ellie hated class, and SO DID I! I just wanted to finish my commitment without being a quitter. Four more weeks, I could do this.
SWIM CLASS: SECOND SESSION
After the first class, it was no surprise that I was in no way shape or form looking forward to going back. I had put it so far in the back of my mind that I almost forgot about. But right before I went to bed I got that last minute panic. When you jolt up with a gasp. Like remembering you have a test the next day that you had completely forgotten about. Swim class! I forgot I have swim class tomorrow! After the panic started to set in, I went to bed. Not the best idea. I don’t remember my dreams, but when I woke up the bed looked like I had wrestled a chupacabra in my sleep. And then the whining started. Not Ellie, me. Who was I whining to? Nobody, but I didn’t care. I don’t want to go to swim class. Maybe the pool will be closed today. Ugh. But I had no excuse to cancel class. I had to go. The fact that I paid for them was my main motivation.
SWIM CLASS: FIRST SESSION
You would think that after going through a practice swim session in the bathtub with Ellie that I would have been mentally prepared for the real deal. I was not even close. I had been dreading the first class ever since I signed up. And on the eve of the first class, I was thoroughly anxious and nervous. Nervous was an understatement. I couldn’t sleep. I had weird dreams all night. You know that wrestler, Randy Savage, from the Slim Jim commercials? Well, in my dream he busted through the wall saying, “snap into a Slim Jim! OOH YEAH!” and then he chased me through the house into the street, and through the neighborhood, and then back into my house. It doesn’t take a therapist to figure that one out. I woke up exhausted, irritable, and not looking forward to swim class.