I get easily stressed out, and chocolate is my drug of choice. These two confessions may seem to be totally irrelevant to each other, but here — let me explain. For instance this evening. Reid and Wyatt had swim lessons in Pullman. Since Winona is still very attached to me and still breastfeeding I took her along, too. Randy and Walter got to stay home and have some time together. (I think Walter spent about 1 1/2 hours in the tub playing.) Lessons went well. Reid is learning the crawl stroke and the backstroke. He can swim about 1/3 the length of the pool. Wyatt is learning to float on his back for 10 seconds (he can almost do it), and learning how to kick effectively. Everything was fine until the boys went into the men’s locker room to shower and get their pajamas on. I give them the “No goofing off!” lecture and send them in. I sent them in together thinking that Reid would help Wyatt and all would be well. Reid is to old to shower in the women’s locker room, and Wyatt almost is (5yrs is the cut-off). A half-hour later I am still waiting. All the male swim teachers have gone home. What to do? What to do? I gingerly open the door and holler at the boys. Reid finally appears dressed and ready to go. He tells me that Wyatt is still in the shower wearing his swim top and he is throwing cupfuls of water at people! Great. I know that there are other men in the locker room so I can’t go in. I get Reid to drag Wyatt by the hand over to the door so I can grab him. By then, I am quite stressed out. I get him dressed and we head home. Then, to top things off, Winona screamed all the way home (about 20 minutes worth). There is nothing worse than listening to a baby scream in a car (I take that back–there probably are worse things but at the time I couldn’t think…period.) Let’s see, where was this post headed? Oh yes, chocolate. Stress…chocolate. But see, this is not such a good thing because chocolate can add extra pounds and extra pounds can add stress. See where I’m going with this? Hmmmm……..my ears are still ringing from all the screaming…..think I’ll go have a piece of chocolate and go to bed.
P.S. Wyatt will be showering in the women’s locker room from now on.