For the past three years Abby has been going to swimming lessons with Grandma Linda. They started out in a "Mommy and Me" class and worked their way up to the current lessons which have found Abby, by herself, in the big pool or the "college pool" as she calls it. I've never really gone to watch Abby's swimming lessons. I have been to a handful or so lessons over the years, but traditionally this is Abby and Grandma time. It's been kind of nice to have Abby off doing something that is completely independent of me. I don't have to worry about anything beyond having her towel and suit ready. Grandma Linda takes care of the entire production including, but not limited to, scheduling; picking which class Abby will take, co-ordinating lessons with a couple of Abby's classmate's Moms and so on. So I'm really pretty clueless on the whole swimming lesson set up.
Tonight was Abby's last swimming lesson for this session. Grandma Linda had another engagement so we were going to be in charge of getting her to the pool. No problem I had her at the pool and in her suit with five minutes to spare. Taking her out onto the pool deck I noticed her classmates were already in their life jackets and in the pool. Abby went off to join them and I headed upstairs to the gallery. Got up there just in time to see the teacher handing out report cards and dismissing the class. What the hell? I head back down to the change room and collect Abby realizing my mistake. I thought the class started a half hour later than it actually did. Meaning I had Abby in her suit and ready not five minutes before class started, but rather five minutes before it ended. Blushing, I had no choice but to admit my goof to my neighbour who's daughter is in Abby's class. "See," she said to her own daughter when I told her, "Mommies aren't perfect all the time." So very true. I just wonder why I feel like such a dumb ass when I'm not perfect. Abby couldn't have cared less that she never got a drop of water on her,but two hours later I'm still feeling horrible about it. Damn you Mommy guilt.