The BC government finally came to its senses last year and gave the province an official day off to celebrate “Family Day”. They should have called it something else really but you know how politicians like to believe they are doing “families” a favour. They don’t report to the legislature for over 200 days but yes, you can have a “family day” years after all the other provinces have one. It’s basically a made up holiday to break up winter. So anyways, I was planning to go to Mount Seymour to do something fun like toboggan in the snow and have hot chocolate but of course, it pissed down rain that day and we ended up doing something I truly hate. We went to the pool.
Now hubby and my son adore the pool, but I couldn’t care less. Lately, I’ve been pushing myself to do things out of my comfort zone, so last month I took Boo to the pool twice in one week! Not wanting to get a bikini wax just so I don’t scare a man with an errant hair, I dragged the kid to the mall to buy a pair of swimshorts and a matching top. On sale supposedly, but still overpriced, but I got one and then off we went to the pool in West Van. There is one closer to us, but this pool is so warm it’s crazy. That’s one reason I will submit to it. And there’s a separate family hot tub so the kids can go in without disturbing the old(er) people who frequent hot tubs all day long. And there’s a huge slide that starts at the top of the building and safely deposits your kid at the bottom. It’s usually not open during the week, but Boo just loves to grab a paddle board and go down the “river” while I traipse after him looking like a complete geek in my 1930’s swim outfit with a bathing cap stretched over my head. All I’m missing is my parasol. Did I mention we’re the only black people in the entire pool? (Cause it’s Black History Month and I’m enjoying myself.) Now I know that’s not always the case – later that week I spotted an Ethiopian (Eritrean?) family in the changeroom. I wanted to talk to them but I think my outfit scared them off.
Back to the pool. Like I said, Boo loves it! We have put him in lessons since last summer and now he really likes going into the water. He still can’t swim but he’s much more comfortable. It’s great to see him enjoying himself and he’s willing to show mama the ropes. But I can’t swim. And I’m very uncomfortable in the water. I won’t even submerge my head. It takes everything in me to plaster a smile on my face and pretend I’m enjoying myself. Oh, I’ve taken lessons before, years ago now. (After 2 sessions, I managed to learn how to float, not actually swim. I also had goggles and ear plugs. So attractive.) I go down the “river” with him, pretending to be a monster but really I feel awkward inside because I can’t relax cause I’m afraid I will be swept off my feet and bash myself. I play mommy monster and chase him and do knee squats for most of the time. That time being mainly 90 minutes to 2 hours. What I won’t do to see him smile!
Well, on said family day hubby was with us, so I had some time to sit in the sauna for 10 minutes but after 2 hours, I was officially done and left hubby and Boo to get out and get dry. And then I felt exhausted. Eventually, I went to bed super early only to wake up in the middle of the night with heartburn and a sense of impending doom and the chills. And doom it was because I spent most of the next day in bed feeling like a lead balloon. No nausea, just exhaustion. Flu? I don’t know. I even paid a sitter so I could spend more time in bed yesterday as I had a very important meeting at the Buddhist culture centre to go to. More on that later.
I’m feeling much better today and Boo is yelling at me to get up, so off I go. Thanks to hubby for coming home early and bringing me soup in bed. I may have to have a relapse again so I can get some more “time off”.