My continuing frustration with trying to get the kids registered in swim lessons has reached its peak.
Who are these women who know instinctively when the registration for swim lessons opens and have the ability to actually pick a time and day that is convenient for them and their family?
I have a picture in my head of a young mom with far more energy than me sitting happily at her kitchen table drinking coffee on a Saturday. Her hair is not in need of a cut and her coffee pot has been cleaned at some point in the last two weeks. She sips her coffee and casually scrolls through the City of Prince George leisure registration website and remembers what level her kids were in last without trying to track down the water-stained swim cards which are somewhere in her filing "system."
She is not getting frustrated scrolling through the youth and the preschool swim lesson options and making notes, trying to find a time for her two kids to be in swim lessons at roughly the same time without having it be the worst time ever in the history of swim lessons.
The lessons she chooses are not full and she laughs at the idea of a Hail Mary waitlist.
This is, of course, after she logs into the site successfully on the first try without having to reset her password only to have the password reset option not work because somehow, the last time she was on the site, she managed to lock and freeze her account.
She will not have to wait until the pool opens so she can call and talk to a teenager to reset the registration account and feel moderately foolish.
She will not likely close the lid of her ancient laptop in disgust and frustration, feeling that her kids will never learn to swim because she can't seem to manage a registration site.
She won't have to look at private lessons as an option only to run the math to discover it is not a viable option.
She won't stop what she is doing to imagine herself as a lifeguard, teaching her own kids to swim at no cost.
Meanwhile, I bet her kids are playing nicely together and not running after one another attempting ninja drop kicks on their siblings. She won't be interrupted to be asked if ninjas are real or for another piece of fruit (after they have eaten all of the fruit in the house within eight minutes of returning from the grocery store to refill the fruit basket).
She will not be asked for a treat, snack, second breakfast or lunch.
Her house will be clean and when she walks into her living room.
She will not step on any Lego or mysteriously naked, broken crayons. She sips her coffee, signs up her kids in the appropriate swim level and manages to get both kids in at the same time.
Someone pours her another coffee, maybe she reads a book, relaxes.