Sarah is a self-professed tom boy and refuses to wear pink.
This created a bit of a dilemma for her recently, she wanted soccer shorts and tank top from Justice and the outfit came only in pink. After a solid 24 second deliberation she decided to break her own rule and wear pink.
She wore the outfit to school the other day and on the way to school she was trying to convince herself that she was going to be ok in this newly charter territory. I feel for her, she doesn’t have the best role model with me as a mom. I do own a fitness apparel company and as such tend to spend most of my waking moments in workout clothes. That and the fact that I am a group fitness instructor. I tend to work out about two hours a day and am stinky and sweaty a great deal of time.
As she was rationalizing this in her head she said to me “its okay if I am a tom boy some of the time and dress cute every now and then”. And without taking another breath:
“I mean you look nice every now and then”.
Wow. OK. And there you have it.
In my defense, I may not look nice often but when I do I like to wear dresses and big old platform shoes. I am not a total loss.
Seriously, if my worst crime as a role model for my children is that I prefer to be sweaty, strong and physically active over cute, I can live with that.
Her new outfit though has upped my cute factor at the gym though because when I open my dryer after washing and drying the outfit, I am sprayed with glitter remnants.
There are four basic strokes in swimming. This is how it is described. I was totally confused when I learned there weren’t more than four. I mean, if they are basic, isn’t there room for a intermediate and advanced strokes?
Grace started in guppies, quickly advancing to tadpoles, then minnows, dolphins, sharks and then killer whale (ok they didn’t have killer whales but I am pretty sure we have had an coach or two who was one in a previous life). OH GOD NO, she didn’t start in guppies, she started in Mommy and Me. How in the hell could I forget this.
Mommy and Me. A man started this. A man who hates women. Not all women, specifically, women who have given birth in the last 6 months. Because there is no way any woman would ever think it was a good idea for a woman to wear a bathing suit 6 short months after having a child. We all know that the first child is the only one who does mommy and me swim classes. The second wears floaties until she is 7, rips them off and passes the swim test on her first try. She has known how to swim for years but mom is too busy with number three to notice. Number three jumps off the diving board at three, bobbles to the surface and swims to the edge of the pool while the first time moms look in disgust and horror at mom (me) who has her nose in the newest US Weekly. Survival of the fittest.
It took a year (ok three) for me to figure out which stroke was which. As someone who didn’t “do” swimming as a child they all looked exactly the same to me. Well, not backstroke, I am swim stupid but not swim idiotic. Free style was the next one I figured out, as it looks much like backstoke but on the tummy. Butterfly and breaststroke took a little longer. I admit I don’t get breaststroke, it looks like a cross between a turtle yapping and a frog drowning to me but what do I know. I do know there is a market for a new stroke, these four are going to get old someday. I like the idea of a combo back/free where one rolls through the water like a torpedo. I may patent this idea so back off.