Mildly Embarrassing Monday: I Might Be A Swim Mom

When we signed up for our pool's swim team this summer, I was assured by everyone that it was a pretty casual affair and that it was totally okay to miss practice and whatnot. You could easily miss meets, as long as you emailed the coach by a day or two before. Hell, I signed them up late, even.

But.

My kids kind of love going to swim practice. Especially to the morning swim practice - which has like 2 other kids at it. They want to join the diving team now. I think Lovebug enjoys it more than Ironflower, but Ironflower has her best friends on the team so she's pretty enthusiastic.

After the meet last week, we took the kids for ice cream. More as a reward for Hugmonkey, really, who hung out at a pool he couldn't go in for three hours with very few complaints (unless I was talking to another adult, of course). As Hot Guy chatted with the ice cream guys about not taking the whole swim thing seriously and not expecting them to swim in college, I started to feel bad.

You see, when Lovebug won his race (heat? event? I so have no idea about all this swimming stuff), I did start thinking about him swimming in college. I thought about what swim class he should take in the fall so he'd be ready to try out for the very serious swim team at the Y next summer. Apparently, there is a latent nightmarish sports parent in me, just waiting to come out.

Hugmonkey sensed it immediately. 

Did I mention that I want to buy them better goggles? And that I started talking to Hugmonkey about how he can be on the team next summer, provided he learns to actually swim? 

At least I didn't yell anything inappropriate at the meet. 

This time.