Running Late

Okay, lets face it. I'm not winning mommy of the year here. Today was Ben's 2nd swim lesson at Ida Lee. Being that he woke up a little early from his nap I figured I'd hit up Target beforehand to get some diapers.

I get in Target, and well, I have 10 minutes so I figure I'd look for a box for Ben's toys. I see one that is cute, then another. What the hell, I'd buy all three and return what I didn't like. I did not have time to dilly dally!! I'm heading to the diapers and.... Oooooh- are those shoes on sale? Cutie!!! I pick myself up a pair (after trying on three). Okay, this is out of control, I'm going to be late. 20 minutes and $90 later I check out. Swim lesson in 2 minutes- no problem. I arrive at Ida Lee 5 minutes after his lessons starts... Sweet- front row parking! I get out, grab Ben and get him ready for his lesson. I pop the tailgate and quickly change him into his swim diaper and throw him in his suit. I learned the hard way last week that I needed a stroller (trying to change out of a wet suit with a tired baby dangling from my neck was not the way to go). Where is his damn shirt?? Fk it, we're 10 minutes late. I grab the stroller and shuffle up to the front door with Ben in my arms. I tried to wrap the towel around him but it is caught on my stroller wheel. Whatever.... I expected sunny and 80 degress. Wtf? Its 40 degrees out here and I have my son in a diaper and nothing else, as my bag is weighing the stroller down, tipping it over. Towel is dragging on the ground now. Ugh... I'm getting the 'eye' from fellow mommies who actually care about their children's health. HELLO! I spent $32 on these lessons, I've already thrown away $5 by being late!

I arrive at the pool finally, all the other moms are happily playing. Not that I have time to spare, but I grab my my camera and waterproof case and hop in the pool. I'm like a reporter here folks- I need good material for Ben's blog! I can't miss this opportunity. Ben's lesson goes by smoothly, all the while I'm trying to get shots of him in the pool (holding a wet baby in one arm, with the camera outstretched in the other doesn't really work). Ben is gasping for air while the camera strap is wrung around my neck. Thankfully none of those shots came out.

Swim lesson is finally over- awww, and Ben was having so much fun!! I say goodbye to his only friend in the class (Owen, where are you?!?) "Bye bye Brady, bye Gretchen". Shit, was her name Gretchen? Oh well! I throw Ben in a towel and head out to the car. No time to spare in this mold feeding germ pool. We get outside. Lovely, raining. Poor Ben, shivering and cold. Learning my lessons again from last week I decide to change him in the car. I take off his swim diaper and... um... where are his diapers? Thankfully I had just bought a case at Target. I rip it open, all the while Ben is turning blue. I look behind me- someone is waiting for my primo spot. "Go around lady!" Geez, the NERVE of these people!! I haul ass outta there and I'm just thankful Ben is nice and warm in his dirty PJs that he wore over.

Driving down route 7 I see a McDonalds. Ooooh, YUM! French fries! And then I remember... I never fed Ben! Uh oh. Being that I forgot to feed him last week after swim lessons (oops) I decide to pull in and make him a bottle so he doesn't associate swimming with starving. Here I am standing out in the cold in a towel and a speedo in McDonalds parking lot, getting lots of stares. I make his bottle, and OOOPS! I spill some formula in the back of the car as I'm pouring it in the bottle. That will piss Seth off. Hmmm, I hope this doesn't poison Ben!! Long story short, always give yourself 10 minutes longer then you think you need!