Why of all days did I chose today? I don't think I could of picked a worse day. I was up late last night mopping floors at Coach me Fit, I was up this morning at 4:50 am so I could be back to Coach me Fit to train my 5:30 am client so was on little sleep. I was tired, hungry, and grumpy before I even left the house. I had the mindset, "that's it we are doing this today so I can cross it off my mental list!" (Stupid Type-A personality, ugh)
As I prepared us for the pool (45 minutes of finding bathing suits, changing diapers, gathering towels) my spirits were actually starting to pick up. I thought, well this could be fun Wade likes to swim.
We arrived at "Mack" indoor pool at 11:20, 10 minutes before "tot swim". I was envisioning at least 5-7 kids with their moms swimming and laughing in the pool. We paid our $4.00 entrance fee and entered the desolate old grungy locker room - not a good first impression. I was still optimistic that it could be a good time. The nice man at the counter told us it was nice and warm so enjoy which really helped build more optimism.
We enter the pool deck...not one person in the "tot" pool. There were no mom's, no kids, no nothing. A lone basketball hoop and a laundry basket full of balls sat poolside. There were four old geezers swimming in the lap pool which made me feel more comfortable in my bikini. Still I had some hope. There was a hoop and balls, how bad could it be.
My first touch of the water was "chilling" a bit shocking actually. The sign on the wall said the air temp was 81 and the water temp was 81 degrees. This made me question the temperature of my own showers, 120 degrees? At first I could barely bare the water. I slowly glided in and held Wade close in my arms stealing his warmth. Let me tell you, when I finally put some water on Wades feet he was not happy! Instant tears and screams. I thought to myself, "give it time he will get used to it." We went and shot some baskets while Wade held onto the top of my bikini for dear life. This would be a great blog entry if somehow he ripped it off, but he didn't so just get your mind out of the gutter.
I gave wade a ball to hold on to and honestly he wouldn't let go of the ball. His lips were turning a bit purple, he was shivering and didn't look like he was enjoying his first indoor swimming experience. I tried to pry the ball out of his hands by pulling both arms away from his body. Wade is a strong little dude and I couldn't believe how tight he was holding onto this ball, maybe we have a future weight lifting champion in the Holleman family.
Eventually, we did have some fun as our bodies developed a tolerance for the water temperature. Wade did some jumps off the edge and went under once or twice. He did some walking in the shallow end but after about 40 minutes we were done.
So we exit the pool deck and I pull open the women's locker room and a large arctic blast hits my entire body. "Holy shit" are my exact words. I quick shut the door. I look around to try to express my emotion to anyone. I want to yell out, "You gotta be kidding me? It is so frickin' cold in there." There is no one there to express my disbelief. How could that locker room be that frickin' cold? I wrap our towels around us and we enter the cold cave. The strange thing is, I didn't notice the cold temperature on the way into the locker room so here are the facts:
Air outside : 19 degrees
Air in locker room: 55 degrees (which feels warm compared to outside)
Air on pool deck: 81 (whatever that must be an embellished lie)
Water temperature: 81 degrees (complete bullshit)
Things I learned:
1. Swimming is something you do in the summer when it is hot outside
2. Wade is as sissy as his dad when dealing with cold water and air temperatures
3. Don't give in to you "should's". Listen to what your instincts are telling you. All my instincts told me it wasn't a good idea and I didn't listen.
4. I realized how it is very important that we do not encourage Wade to join the swim team as I hate the whole "process" of getting ready for swimming.
5. It is exhausting trying to find Wade other kids to be around. Everywhere we go there is only me, him, and a basketball hoop.
Needless to say, we will not be going back to the pool, ever. I will wait till the short Michigan summer hits and we will hit up the outdoor community pools.
P.S. I pray that Wade sleeps for at least 2 hours since this blog entry took me so long to type.
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