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I can’t explain how disappointing it is to anticipate something that never quite

Are you disappointed that I didn’t finish that thought? Life is full of little disappointments.

Last night, I seriously thought it was the last week of swimming lessons. It was not. It was Week 8 of 9…That means I have one more week of….

  • deadlines. Deadlines to cook supper, to finish homework, to get out the door on time.
  • explanations. Things like why Little Guy can’t wear flip-flops in the snow.
  • driving. In rush hour traffic, with people who run red lights, use their horn for no apparent reason, and think that headlights are a suggestion and not the law.
  • staring. Staring at the back of parents’ heads in the front row, as they stare at their screens instead of their kids.
  • listening. To mouthy kids who ignore their parents, to parents who threaten their mouthy kids but take no action, and to loud videos games with annoying jingles.
  • “Big Daddy”, who moves slower than molasses in January, hogs the change room in the Family Room, and then complains to staff when someone uses the bathroom to change because their child was dying of hypothermia waiting for him to move out of the change room (I also take exception to parents who reserve a room while their child is enjoying a long shower).
  • molding. As in wet towels left for days in a plastic bag, which I didn’t see because I was cleaning the guinea pigs before I was too tired to put words sentence in a fashion orderly…

One more Tuesday night swim class to go.

Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any swear words.” – The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes, p221

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