Empty Nest

Last week as I sat at the side of the pool, Ethan’s swim instructor ejected all the kids from the pool to watch Ethan swim 25m of PERFECT breaststroke.  I was proud.  Until I realised that he had no business being in this class anymore and had been overlooked for advancement more than once.  ETHAN OVERLOOKED!?!  I don’t know this was possible or how I let this happen (I’ll blame Words With Friends) but the day had finally come when someone (ie TYLER Swim Instructor) had failed to notice Amazing Ethan.  Of course I could not let this rest, after a brief discussion it was decided that Ethan would be assessed the following week.  I put this down to one thing.  Speed.  The boy is built like a baby buffalo, whom I can imagine are not that aerodynamic whilst swimming laps.  He is not the fastest kid in the stroke class but he has the endurance of an Ethiopian.  Kid can swim and swim and swim with perfect technique.

Anywho, fast forward a week and Ethan is preparing to go to Nana’s for the day when I remind him he has swimming in the afternoon (which he will not miss because that shit costs money);

  • Instant tears
  • “My holiday’s RUINED”
  • “I’m MOVING IN WITH NANA”
  • “I’ll be there at least until next Wednesday MAYBE LONGER!!!”
  • “I am SO angry”
  • “I’m packing my bags” (which he did, he packed 2 sets of clothes and jammies – obviously enough for a week away – MAYBE LONGER.

It’s very quiet here.

Ethan begins his new class next year :  )

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Melissa

I live in rural Auckland, New Zealand. Two boys, one big, one not so big and 2 boy dogs belong to me and I them. I love Coca Cola in all of its sugar-less forms and I love you internet. I take way too many pictures of my kids and collect them all here. This is what I am doing when I should be cleaning or cooking or doing other 'useful' things.