The Saturday soccer class wasn't bad. It was only once a week, after all, and a decent way to break up the morning, especially when the weather wasn't nice.
Riley loved it and I had fun watching him. I had to do some last-minute scrambling the week I was on snack duty (providing healthy snacks for eight kids seems easy enough, then you factor in wheat and nut and dairy allergies, the need for pre-packaged items, and nothing Suspiciously Homemade, and you're basically down to those "fruit" things that are really just gummy bears re-molded into Dora the Explorer shapes), but overall, it was an easy addition to our schedule.
Then came swimming lessons, twice a week on Mondays and Wednesday evenings. Well, I thought, I'll have to hurry home from work and dinner will be a little rushed, but we can do this.
Read More >
As it turns out, though, there's also the ongoing task of making sure the swim trunks and special beach towel are laundered and ready to go. And packing the bag of post-swim clothing. And wrestling a wet kid out of his bathing suit and into dry clothes afterward (a cardio workout on par with Jillian Michaels' cruelest moves). Oh, and best of all, chasing a demented 2-year-old around a GIANT BODY OF WATER for 30 straight minutes during his brother's lesson.
It makes for a hectic evening, that's for sure, but Riley's having a great time and I'm thrilled he's getting over his fear of water. He's doing so well, in fact, that I started thinking ahead to the next round of lessons we can sign him up for, and yesterday I flipped through the little aquatic center booklet to see what was available.
Seal. Guppy. Minnow. Piranha. Barracuda. Twenty-plus levels of swim training, starting with toddlers and ending in some kind of official big-kid swim team. As long as we're willing to pay and he's willing to go, there's a swim class available.
That's when it sort of hit me, what should've been obvious from the very first soccer class: This is just the beginning, isn't it? I mean, soon enough both kids will be in some kind of extracurricular something-or-other ... and we'll be taxi-driving them to practices and whatnot all the freaking time, right?
All this time I've been thinking how once the kids are a bit older, we'll have more free time because they'll be past the super-needy stage and everyone will be wiping their own butt and heating up their own bowl of macaroni and cheese, but now I'm not sure that's how it works. I think maybe you just trade in diaper duty for Little League. And homework. And oboe lessons. And ... oh Lord, I'm never going to read a book again, am I?