Friday: Run and Gilad

SO, on Good Friday the gym is closed, So Ivan and I ran errands about town where he was so well behaved that I thought that maybe running errands was going to be our new thing.  Whole Foods was a lovely experience.  Ivan walked down the aisle like a lamb, he pushed his little cart, he helped scan the groceries, he was polite and spoke to everyone.  His behavior was of the type that makes it a joy to be a parent.  People stopped me to tell me what a handsome and well-behaved and happy child he was.  I wanted to skip down the aisle, and I definitely stayed at Whole Foods longer than necessary basking in the glow of having spawned such a treasure.

Anyway, as fabled as our trip to Whole Foods was, it was OF COURSE not to last.  At swimming lessons, someone screamed at both me and his swim teacher, refused to swim, ran away. The lesson culminated in me having to jump into the pool with ALL MY CLOTHES ON, including my favorite strapless bra, and the sweetest swim teacher in the world telling us to go ahead and head home.  It was bleak, friends.  The shame of it was somewhere slightly and ONLY slightly below having to get back in the boat when I swam Alcatraz.  Another mother frowned at me, and the judgement of other mothers is so shameful that it is almost unable to be born.  It is especially unable to be born when you are standing in dripping shorts and a bra full of pool water.

Running the Bunny Bolt tomorrow morning!!