I enrolled the girls in swimming lessons. Instead of going to the amazing, swanky place where Zuzu has taken lessons the last few years, I'd decided to take them both to the YMCA. They could both get 8 weeks of lessons for same price as ONE of them having 4 weeks of lessons at our other place, so really it was a financial decision, but I'm still not positive it was the right one...
We get all checked in a the front desk (which was busy and understaffed) and then we headed down to the pool. Water-loving Zuzu was super jazzed, Coco less so. The plan was for David to do the parent/child lessons with Coco. We got her changed in the locker room and found the locations of their classes.
And we hit our first snag of the day. Zuzu wasn't on the list for her class. And her age group was full (of course). It turns out that somehow she had been enrolled in the 9:00 am class on TUESDAY instead of Saturday. I didn't know what to do because obviously Tuesday mornings were not going to work for our schedule, but the lady with the binder told me she'd figure out something, and eventually Zuzu was able to join her class, just a bit after the start time. Zuzu was totally chill about it, thank goodness.
Meanwhile, David was in the pool with Coco for the parent/child class and she spent the entire half hour sobbing and crying, "Mommy! Mommy!" Well, not quite the entire half hour. He left a few minutes early because it was obviously a waste of time and annoying for everyone else.
Zuzu, meanwhile, had a blast wading around the shallow end until she was able to join her class, and seemed to enjoy her lesson, although I stood there feeling completely exasperated as I watched the instructor CARRY her in the pool as though acclimating her to the water. The instructor was a substitute, and not the permanent instructor, so hopefully the regular instructor will actually teach her something, or at least let her practice her skills.
Obviously, I now remember why we paid so much more for swim lessons in the past--the chaos, the stink of chlorine, the noise, AND the fact that these lessons at the Y don't seem to be nearly as effective.
When class was over, we let Zuzu swim and play for a few minutes in the shallow end. Coco was perfectly content to sit on my lap (dressed in dry clothes) and watch Zuzu splash. I told myself (and David) that this was worth the cost of swim lessons alone, as Zu had SO MUCH FUN (and we don't have a Y membership, so normally she doesn't have access to an indoor pool).
But then it was time to go. We were meeting up with my friend Erin to go look to a couple of animal shelters because Erin wants to adopt a cat, and I thought Zuzu would have fun helping her choose one. Zuzu had been looking forward to it all week, so I reminded her that we'd be doing that after we went home. I gave her a 5 minute warning, a 2 minute warning, and a 1 minute warning. Then it was time to go.
(Can you predict where this story is going?)
She wouldn't get out of the water.
David had changed out of his swim trunks and I was dressed in regular clothes, so we couldn't exactly jump in after her.
Her swim coach noticed that we were telling her it was time to leave and that she was not listening, and he ended up going into the pool and literally picking her up and dragging her out.
(Here's where I was grateful for the relative chaos of the YMCA pool, because no one seemed to notice that our kid was being completely defiant and uncooperative.)
She, of course, HAS NO SHAME and thought being chased by him was great fun, and ran/swam giggling and shrieking through the water until he caught up with her and lifted her up on to the edge and I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the bathroom, after thanking him profusely while also telling her in my stern-but-still-quiet voice that her behavior was NOT okay and she does NOT get to have fun swim time after lessons next week.
Of course, she continues to give zero f*cks about disappointing adults, and her reality is only what's happening in the immediate RIGHT NOW, so this punishment won't go into effect until next swimming lessons, after which we will ALL suffer as she throws an enormous fit about losing the privilege because of the poor choice she made a week earlier.
(I've requested two new parenting books from the library because I feel like I am doing this really badly right now.)
As for Coco, I'm giving in and shaving my legs for swimming lessons next Saturday, so we'll see if she really wanted Mommy, or if she just wanted to get the eff out of the pool.
Weekends are suddenly feeling less relaxing than the work week.