and cost me a lot of money to get back with all those photos I hadn't backed up.
And the maternity pics that were *imperative* because .. dude .. she gave birth .. there's no re-sit. And yes, the external hard drive I meant to buy and, blah blah blah.
But now everything's all over the shop and I have to reload my programmes and it's all a bit of a PITA ( pain in the arse, for those not in the know ). Ugh.
And they changed flickr while I was gone ? And it now sucks ?
In other news: Swimming Lessons.
We went to our first one today since the lad was a babe ( and I had to get in with him - UGH - hello .. this meant realising on the trip over that between feeding and mothering and wifing and whatnot, that I had forgotten to check the bikini line, or shave my armpits, and yes, well, UGH - too much maintenence and remembering for a new mummy, and yes, also TMI for you - sorry about that .. )
Soooooooooooooooooo ... I saw a swisho ad in the local paper and called up. The woman was firm and no-nonsense: 'we don't do games here'... um, ok. I mean: I don't know. We did games when he was a babe, but hey, he was a BABE, and hardly going for his Bronze Medallion. She sounded firm, but fair. Give it a go.
Oh, and some background: my son is a drama queen. He grabs his throat and fakes stangulation .. he's also quite sensitive, and is perhaps mollycoddled at home. Perhaps he lacks discipline ? I'm unsure.
More background: i'm a prety weak swimmer, and still recall all my swimming pool hangups:
- I was fat, and teased by others
- My dad was aggressive, and firm. He would hold your head underwater until you would felt you might drown, and you would come up distressed, and gasping.
- I was made to take swimming lessons LONG after every other kid my age could swim competently. Because it wasn't my forté, I was made to go back and back again. I lived in shame of someone seeing me, with my sister, 6yrs my junior.
- I'm not much into cold, nor wet.
So to this day, i'm still not cool in the pool. I don't like getting my hair wet. Swimming bores me. I'm much rather tan on the side, with a cheap novel. I hate getting wrinkly fingers.
I can't get 'breathing' right, so prefer breastroke, which is mainly al fresco.
But I also recognise my failing, and how life would have been easier if I could swim better, and have confidence and fun in the water. Not to mention, it's important to know how to save yourself. etc etc. My son will thank me one day ?!? Ok, disregard the question marks, he WILL thank me one day. This is important, on so many levels.
So AB came home from work early, and the whole family went. It was a drama, but I did get him in the pool with the lovely instructor, after a chat. I think he's a bit like me, needing to feel his way, to take his time. He was just getting used to the water ( he hasn't been in many pools ), when the owner came in and started laying down the law. He WILL use the kickboard, and he WILL blow bubbles, and she didn't take any of his "I need to wee!", or his dramatic choking displays either. Eventually, we ( the parents ) were asked to leave the pool, and had to wait outside the establishment. I could hear my son's dramatic screams ( oh yes, he can pull on a show ) and also ( more of a concern as it took me back to my own hatred of lessons ), the owners' no-bullshit approach.
I felt like I had deserted him to be drowned by strangers.
But at the same time, I think he might need a stranger to be firm and not buy into his little games and tricks ?
I'm glad AB was there, as he's a better swimmer than me, and yet not a hard person - he's often the "softie". We both felt pershaps this was needed.
I'd appreciate some swimming lesson feedback - especially if you took a water-shy dramatic 4yr old to swimming lessons with a task-master Olympic Coach wanna-be for the first time, or if YOU were the 4yr old in question.
Were you scarred for life?
Is your 4yr old now working at WaterWorld ?
Am I doing the right thing ?
The task-master, BTW, seems results-driven. She doesn't seem a bad person, and we're willing to go back. Apparently it will take 3 lessons of bloodchilling screams before he looks like all the other kids we saw coming and going ( happy normal, willing to swim children ). She says we are not unusual at all, which is good, because my boy has monster-strength lungs.
As AB said though .. he learned to shut his trap by the end of the lesson ( they count to 3 before dunking you - if you're screaming, you cop a gobful ).
I feel like we're breaking in horse... am I breaking his spirit and trust ... or molding a boy ?