I have a love / hate relationship with Tuesdays.

Living in a small town, our options for activities for the kids are a little bit limited.  As it happens, all the activities we have the kids enrolled in are on Tuesdays.  Bean has a 1 hour gymnastics class in the morning, then a 30 minute swim lesson at night.  Scorch has school in the morning (including PE & 2 recesses), then 60 minutes of swim at night.  In a lot of ways, our Tuesday nights are a blast, especially when we’re at the pool!  The Bean and I attend her lesson for 30 mins while the Hubs and Scorch do free swim before D’s lesson.  It’s a great way to unwind and have some fun with the kiddos.

Getting out of the pool is a whole other ball game.

Tonight there was the fun of the last minute bathroom run for both kids. Ever try to shimmy a wet suit off a kid who is doing the pee-pee dance? Damn near impossible- but we made it, barely.

Then there is trying to get them both dressed as they are jumping around the dressing room singing “I am a Rock Star!” as loudly as they can while playing the air guitar.  (No idea where they got that from!)

On the drive home, Scorch tries (unsuccessfully, I might add) to talk me into stopping at the store to get him a treat (read: toy) because he “was so good at swim!”  Again child, good behavior is not rewarded with toys- when will he realize that?

After dinner, it’s bath time. The kids are clearly showing signs of being tired and it certainly doesn’t help that bath time is happening at what should be bedtime because we get home so late from swim. The Hubs and I made the tactical error of putting the kids in the bath together. This worked great up until a few months ago but now they are both too big, the tub is too small and they bicker over everything- who has the most bubbles, who plays with which toy, who gets cleaned up first, who gets out first.  We solved the last two problems by all cramming into our tiny bathroom and washing both kids at the same time and taking them out at the same time.

Well, I thought that would solve our problems. What that did is cause poor Scorch to completely go off the deep end and have a sobbing fest about how his day at school was so hard and how he’s so tired.  It’s was actually really pathetic- I couldn’t even get frustrated because I felt so sorry for the kid.

Finally, PJs were on, books were read and hugs and kisses were given.  As Scorch was going to bed, he told me that our family night tonight in the pool was the best time ever.  And that right there is why we’ll do this all over again next week.