Swim Away

My kids were involved in their second swim meet last night and I signed up to be a timer.В  It’s a long time to just sit around when both your kids swim for a combined total of 3 minutes during the 2.5 hours you are forced to sit there.В I figured being a timer would at least keep me busy and stop me from judging too many people that think their child is going to be the next Michael Phelps.В  Even being constantly busy with a timer I had plenty of time to get bumped around and have parents screaming into my ears.В  Let me say, I cheer for my kids and I hope they do well, but this is a group consisting of kids 8 and under, chill the hell out!!

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I need to preface this for my readers that do not live in the northern Virginia area by telling them that every activity or sport here is played like it is for the gold and it’s really not about the kids.В  Bloodshed is the norm.В  Parents that have missed out on their goals as a youth, live vicariously through their children and with a vengeance.В  It frightens me at many levels, mostly because I am certain my kids have my clumsy, non-athletic genes.

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Let me begin by saying that it was 100 degrees here yesterday with a heat index of hell.В  Even at 5:30PM when it started we were all melting.В  I decided by noon it would be a non-bra event and I opted for my workout tank top and am thankful I still have the chest of a 10 year old girl.В  Let me throw in that the theme of the evening was в