To get to the pool, I have to park my stroller at the front desk, pick up Henry, walk up two flights of stairs, down a long corridor, into the women's locker room, through the doors to the shower room, past the naked sudsy women, and down a different two flights of stairs. Then Henry splashes around for less than a half hour while I'm forced to sing annoying songs that I barely know, like I'm Going to Kentucky.
Greedy People Suck had clearly not read my post about how Nosy, Judgmental People Suck. I looked at her blankly, said thank you, and moved on.
We topped off the swim lesson with Ring Around the Rosie (I think... they all blend together). After I struggled to change Henry on the broken changing table, I went to wring out my bathing suit in one of those little centrifuge machines. Unfortunately, I couldn't, which I gathered from the looseleaf paper sign on it that read in scrawled letters:
Also, Henry decided that he is not interested in nursing so much as in teething on the end of my nipple. When I yelp in pain, he cries hysterically until I give him back the boob, and the cycle starts again.
I have a pile of laundry to do and the dishwasher to unload, it's 500 degrees in my loft apartment (high ceilings! top floor! sun beating down!) despite my $250/month electricity bill, and I am eating a half a melon for dinner.
This shit is no joke.