You’re probably wondering what happened in the third session.  Well, I didn’t write about it because all I would have done was copy and paste everything from the second session post.  Just more crying and whining.  And then more crying and whining.  And crying… and whining.  Mostly from Ellie, but I did my fair share too.  Just not during class.  At least not out loud.  Ellie hated class, and SO DID I! I just wanted to finish my commitment without being a quitter.  Four more weeks, I could do this.



After the first class, it was no surprise that I was in no way shape or form looking forward to going back.  I had put it so far in the back of my mind that I almost forgot about.  But right before I went to bed I got that last minute panic.  When you jolt up with a gasp.  Like remembering you have a test the next day that you had completely forgotten about.  Swim class! I forgot I have swim class tomorrow!  After the panic started to set in, I went to bed.  Not the best idea.  I don’t remember my dreams, but when I woke up the bed looked like I had wrestled a chupacabra in my sleep.  And then the whining started.  Not Ellie, me.  Who was I whining to?  Nobody, but I didn’t care.  I don’t want to go to swim class. Maybe the pool will be closed today.  Ugh.  But I had no excuse to cancel class.  I had to go.  The fact that I paid for them was my main motivation.



You would think that after going through a practice swim session in the bathtub with Ellie that I would have been mentally prepared for the real deal.  I was not even close.  I had been dreading the first class ever since I signed up.  And on the eve of the first class, I was thoroughly anxious and nervous.  Nervous was an understatement.  I couldn’t sleep.  I had weird dreams all night.  You know that wrestler, Randy Savage, from the Slim Jim commercials?  Well, in my dream he busted through the wall saying, “snap into a Slim Jim!  OOH YEAH!” and then he chased me through the house into the street, and through the neighborhood, and then back into my house.  It doesn’t take a therapist to figure that one out.  I woke up exhausted, irritable, and not looking forward to swim class.

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I decided to sign Ellie and me up for a baby swim class.  I had this idea when we were in the dead middle of winter.  I was anxious to get out of the house and this seemed like something new to try.  The only problem was that I was completely insecure of the idea.  I made a million excuses to not sign-up.  It was too much money, it was too far away, it was at the wrong time.  None of these things were true, they were just covering up the fact that I hate being barefoot in public and the thought of wearing a swimsuit makes me really uncomfortable.  I haven’t worn a swimsuit since we went to Hawaii on vacation seven years ago. I didn’t complain about it then because we were in Hawaii.  But I really think this class would be good for Ellie, and it would push me out of my comfort zone, so I reluctantly and nervously signed up and have been worried ever since.

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