Monday: Swim

Today, I got in some great swimming.  We were there sort of on time, though I find it is taking longer and longer to get from the car to the gym. My estimated time of departure probably needs some alteration.

Ivan walks in, sees various bugs that he wants to stop and discuss, tries not to step on cracks as some terrible person told him all about "break your mother's back".  He takes it very seriously, and if I could remember who that person was, I would write them a long email about things not to tell three year olds.  Today, to add to our burden of time, I had to have a long conversation with the nursery workers and swim personnel so as to assure everyone that what had happened on Friday would not happen today.  When I walked to the pool deck, the lifeguard that had had to chase me down on Friday, wanted to know all about the situation and tell about his own potty training experiences with his own children.  When I finally made it to the pool deck, I was running late and I only got in 2500 meters.  I really like to get in 3000, but it has honestly not been the year for that.

At home, I got ready like a whirlwind and jetted off to work, before using a bit of my babysitter time to take an Ivan free trip to the grocery store.  At home, I am third trimester exhausted, and I am getting into bed.