I signed up my little girls for dive team this summer figuring that everyone who lives in the desert should probably get that little skill under their belt.
Somehow I messed up on when Claire's team started. When we got back from New York she had missed the first couple days so we got her all ready and sent her out 6:50 for what we thought was the 7:00 class. She came back ten minutes later to let us know that whoops, that was the younger kid's class...Claire's class was at 6:00 sharp. Oh boy. That is early.
At first both Claire and Lu were mad as hornets at me for signing them up. They both wailed their hearts out to me over and over again. But it took Claire one day to fall head-over-heels in love with it. Lucy likes it too, but is frustrated that for the life of her she can't seem to make her body go head-first into the water. It has been a long saga of working there with the coaches, and us working our little hearts out at our neighbors' pool following dive team, sometimes with her friend or Claire trying to cheer her on and instruct her but so far no luck.
So this is our morning schedule:
5:25 am -- Max leaves for work (35 minute commute into the city where he works his tail off in a machine shop)
5:45 am -- Claire leaves for dive team
7:10 am -- Grace leaves for summer school
7:55 am -- Lucy leaves for dive team
Oh and I forgot to add that at 2:00 am we usually get a few texts from Elle telling us highlights from her "junior summer abroad" thing I need to sit down and write about soon. Miss her so much but boy oh boy it is turning out to be a pretty great experience.
After the early morning stuff we are working hard on our summer goals, then a lot of play which always rounds up to be a good summer in my book.
Grace finished a whole semester of school in summer school in two weeks (just finished last week), so it's been mostly just me and the little girls...and a whole slew of their friends around here.
A couple weeks ago while Dave and Max were gone on the church group super activity we had quite a night.
First of all as I was backing out from dropping Claire off at her friend's house I backed right into their brick mailbox in Dave's car.
Ouch. I was so frustrated at myself!
A little while later Elle called from her friend's phone telling me that her own phone broke...and we were leaving the next day for her to be out of town for a while...she needed that phone!
And then when she came in that night a little after curfew she explained in tears that she hit the gas instead of the brake when parking Jenna (our car) and hit her friend's car. Here's how Jenna fared:
Oh boy.
To top it all off, Grace started feeling awful and threw up just as we were trying to get ready to head out to NYC to visit my brother and his brand new baby.
Luckily that was a fluky thing and she started feeling better quick, but sometimes when it rains it pours I tell you!
But despite those unfortunate events, we are all pretty happy about summer around here.