Yesterday was the first day of swimming lessons. I signed Lily up for the preschool class, and at the same time I’m taking a parent/child swim class with Emmy. Ever since I signed Lily up, she has been saying she will not like swim class. She told me she was going to just one swim class, and that would be it.

When I signed the girls up last week, it was cold and rainy. When I took swimming lessons as a kid, it was so early in the morning that we were shivering the entire time. (It was an outdoor pool.) My sister took lessons with me, and she had to be the most stubborn student those teen aged instructors ever had. She refused to put her face in the water. I remembered that just now, as I type this.

So I signed my own girls up for a class that starts at 11:30 a.m. and prayed that the weather would warm up. I had great luck. Yesterday was gorgeous. That was half the battle. Lily went to class without any resistance, but I had trouble seeing how she was doing from my parent/child class with Emmy. When I finally caught a glimpse of her, she seemed to be off to the side. I wondered, was she participating? Was she having fun?

After the class was over, she told me she LOVED her swim lesson! Since she’s only four, she doesn’t feel the need to save face and tell me it was awful and that she hated it. (It’s only a matter of time.)

Last night, I was the last to go to bed. Ed was already sleeping, and as I crawled between the covers, I noticed something. I had the wrong pillow. How could this have happened?

Then I remembered. I took a nap on Ed’s side of the bed, because my side was filled with laundry. Of course, I couldn’t nap with Ed’s pillow. I switched pillows because I needed my pillow.

Last night I didn’t get much sleep. How could I? Ed’s pillow is flat and hard. My pillow is soft and cushy. I can move it into whatever position I need it to be to cradle my little head.

Wake Ed up, you say? Oh, I’ve done that before, and I wouldn’t be here typing this if I had done that. Ed leaves for work at 6 a.m., and he’s very protective of his sleep.

I’m really tempted to go back to bed. WITH MY PILLOW.

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