3 kids and the swim club...not for the weak.

So, our family has belonged to a swim club for 3 summers now.  It's fun.

Or should I say, used to be.  

Now, I'm not trying to go all Negative Nancy here, but when I tell you that bringing 3 kids under the age to a pool club for the afternoon is NOT for the weak.  Exhausting, frustrating, and gross only begin to scratch the surface.  Yes, I love to see the happy faces of my children as they scream and squeal and splash around.  They love playing with their friends and squirting each other with the water guns.  Yes, it's fun.  For awhile everyone is swimming and playing and....

.......then this happens.

You're sitting down trying to take a break after entertaining a 7 month old in the pool for a half hour while your 2 year-old has a snack.  Suddenly you see brownish water dripping from her seat.  You know immediately what it is.  Gross.

And so the fun begins.

Changing a dirty swim diaper (those things SUCK by the way) that is not only filled with poop, but is also drenched might be one of the nastiest things about motherhood.  It trumps an explosive blow-out diaper any day.  I won't gross you out with the details...I'm sure you get the picture.  You try to find a somewhat private place to change her because the last thing you want is other parents seeing her dripping in water-poop and thinking she contaminated the pool.  Gross.

So then you get her cleaned up and things are calm, until the 5 year old has to pee.  Then, the baby wants to nurse.  Next, the 5 year old is hungry.  After that, the 2 year old slips and falls in the split second you weren't watching her and you go leaping into the pool to rescue her.  Once she's calmed down and not crying hysterically, you think you have a second to just relax, maybe have a snack, check Facebook or just zone out while your husband holds down the fort for a few minutes.  HA!

At the end of the day, the kids had fun but it's one of those days of mommy-hood that you wish your kids were older, potty-trained, and able to feed themselves!  I know those days will come soon enough, and when they do, I'm sure I'll look back and laugh at the water logged-poopy diapers, breastfeeding in the heat, and countless trips to the potty with fondness and wish they didn't pass by so quickly.