Then I had reason to be.
I took the boys swimming. We go once a week but they particularly enjoy it on a holiday from school.
I forgot that 11am is the time usually reserved for older members of the community to enjoy their aqua aerobics class. The pool was pretty busy.
That was okay.
The lesson was taking place at the side of the pool we are most familiar with. It is the perfect depth for the boys. Three of them can swim but two are confident only where their feet can touch the bottom. They are unable to tread water properly yet.
Due to aqua aerobics taking place this morning, it was necessary for us to use the other end.
We walked towards our swimming destination and I watched other families to gauge how my two newbie swimmers would manage.
I enquired from the (young) lifeguard about the depth of the water. We are lucky enough to have a leisure centre where the swimming pool has a moving floor. The lifeguard said it was the same depth as the lessons.
Now, the deep end of the pool means I am on my tippy toes but for smaller members of my family who are recently free of arm bands the tippy toes part spells danger for them.
I issued strict and loud instructions to the newbie swimmers to wait until I got in first.
I knew immediately they wouldn’t manage it. It was way too deep for them.
The water started to bubble around me with frustration and annoyance. I sourced an extra pair of arm bands for the five year old and the six year old managed just fine. As long as he stuck to the side where he could grab hold of something when he needed a break.
If anyone else had taken my boys to the pool this morning there could have been a different outcome. I’m not talking about a tragedy but definitely about two young boys getting into serious difficulty.
Not good enough. Not good enough at all!
And to make things worse I’ve only got two fekin tea-bags left in the house.
Annoyed? I’m rightly pissed off now!
Don’t mind me. I’m only letting off a bit of steam.