Willow, Mommy and I went to the Y's pool on Sunday to take advantage of our membership and to do something summery in this dreary and cold weather.
We had so much fun swimming and splashing, Willow and I went back on Tuesday.
On Sunday, surprisingly, nobody else was at the pool, and the lifeguard seemed resigned to having to sit boringly in her stand. I have no problem with having an entire pool and a lifeguard all to myself, but, again, I was surprised nobody else was there, except for a few exercisers coming and going to use the steam room and the sauna (and a couple of guys hopped in the whirlpool for a few minutes).
When Willow and I went on Tuesday, several people were in the pool, but they quickly scattered when the tot and I entered the pool. Maybe their time in the pool had come to a planned end. Maybe they didn't want to be in the water with someone who might pee or poop at any moment. After the initial scattering a couple of men came into the pool area and swam quick laps.
I've been to the Y on the weekend only two times, and I've been to the Y dozens of times during the week. I'm surprised by one thing: Many fewer people go to the Y on the weekends (maybe I shouldn't be surprise because I don't go on the weekends either, but I figured tons of kids would be there). And I'm not surprised by another: The weekend belongs to the young people, and the weekdays belong to the old people. I guess I'm joining that latter crowd.
I digress.
Willow loves going to the pool. She loves to swim, and she loves to jump from the side into Daddy's arms. But most of all, she loves to scream (maybe that's what scatters the other swimmers) and here her voice bounce off the vacant concrete walls.
The pool visits have been relaxing and fun, and I know we'll back to break up the winter grayness, to add a splash of color.
But I know the real fun will come this summer when we head to the Y and go swimming in the giant pool outside. I bet the place is crowded then.
We had so much fun swimming and splashing, Willow and I went back on Tuesday.
On Sunday, surprisingly, nobody else was at the pool, and the lifeguard seemed resigned to having to sit boringly in her stand. I have no problem with having an entire pool and a lifeguard all to myself, but, again, I was surprised nobody else was there, except for a few exercisers coming and going to use the steam room and the sauna (and a couple of guys hopped in the whirlpool for a few minutes).
When Willow and I went on Tuesday, several people were in the pool, but they quickly scattered when the tot and I entered the pool. Maybe their time in the pool had come to a planned end. Maybe they didn't want to be in the water with someone who might pee or poop at any moment. After the initial scattering a couple of men came into the pool area and swam quick laps.
I've been to the Y on the weekend only two times, and I've been to the Y dozens of times during the week. I'm surprised by one thing: Many fewer people go to the Y on the weekends (maybe I shouldn't be surprise because I don't go on the weekends either, but I figured tons of kids would be there). And I'm not surprised by another: The weekend belongs to the young people, and the weekdays belong to the old people. I guess I'm joining that latter crowd.
I digress.
Willow loves going to the pool. She loves to swim, and she loves to jump from the side into Daddy's arms. But most of all, she loves to scream (maybe that's what scatters the other swimmers) and here her voice bounce off the vacant concrete walls.
The pool visits have been relaxing and fun, and I know we'll back to break up the winter grayness, to add a splash of color.
But I know the real fun will come this summer when we head to the Y and go swimming in the giant pool outside. I bet the place is crowded then.
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