First day of swimming lessons: aaah, the wonderful world of the Gladbrook Pool. Get up, 8:00. Arrive at pool, 8:07. Get attendance sheets in order, 8:15. Kids arrival, 8:15 to 8:20. Begin lessons, 8:30. Look at clock two minutes later, it is now 11:30. Get out of pool, dry off, run home through the POURING rain. Arrive home EXHAUSTED, 11:35, ready to start the day. Aaaah, could it get any better (note: there is no sarcasm in that sentence--there must be something wrong with me because I genuinely love lessons THAT much.
Went to Marshalltown with Fifi-trixiebelle. We listened to my eclectic CD mix of Disney's Hercules, The Sound of Music, John Denver, Christina Aguilera, Shania Twain, and Evanessence. It's so excellent. Then I bought two new pairs of shoes, which I've been wearing ever since. Who said high heels don't go with jeans?!? Nicole and her roomie Kristin stopped by and we arranged plans for Christine's wedding on Saturday (are we at the age old enough to be getting married?) In a couple hours it's back to the pool to get recertified for CPR. Then tomorrow I have swimming lessons and I start work at the office as well as private lessons. The fun begins!!
