All her daughter wanted for Christmas was a swimsuit.
When her husband suggested they take a little trip to the Berkshires between Christmas and New Years, she insisted he book them in a hotel with an indoor pool. After much searching, he found the right hotel with the right amenities in the right place at the right rate.
Off they went.
At their first pit stop, she took her two daughters into a gas station store to use the restroom. Once they located it in the back, she opened the door to find someone already using it. Whoops. Then she glanced at Big Sis who was holding her nose and had "that look" on her face. She yelled: "Run, run, out the door...." but they didn't make it. Luckily a nice maintenance man was quick with his mop.
After her husband combed the puke out of her hair and changed her two tops (sweater, shirt) and cleaned her shoes, they were on the road again, without even using the facility.
Then came the speeding ticket...but really that ended up being non-eventful.
That night it was time to swim and she realized that she had not packed the swimsuit that Santa brought for Lil Sis. The primary reason for this being that she let Big Sis pack for both girls, and she didn't even double check that packing job...perhaps the fumes from the fire were making her slow-brained. Luckily their waitress directed them to the Outlets up the road where she found a swimsuit for Lil Sis. Phewsh, that is the third or maybe fourth time she has bought swimsuits on a trip because she has forgotten to pack them. Stupid.
The pool was not kid-friendly. It started at around 4.5 feet and went up to 8.5 feet. Thankfully, the hotel provided noodles. Even she used one, because the treading water was getting old. After a few hours of fun in the swim, they headed to bed.
The alarm clock went off at midnight. Stupid.
The next day they returned to the outlet mall to return the panties/undershirt combination that she bought at one store to be her daughters "swimsuit" because store after store had none in stock (until the last store she tried)...and then they all-three scored the mother-load at the J. Crew outlet. The afternoon was getting colder, windier and snowier, so she suggested an afternoon swim, followed by a cozy dinner and bed.
She made the announcement: "I am not swimming." The family was mildly disappointed. She explained that she doesn't particularly enjoy swimming, and the clean-up, blow-drying hair, being cold, wearing a swimsuit etc., was just not on her agenda that afternoon. She went down to the pool with her kindle and a people magazine. She even wore her scarf and winter hat, boots, and the obvious sweater and corduroys...the high was only 31 that day.
She sat, took a little video and photos of the rest of the posse, just to document: Swimming in the Berkshires, and then settled into her novel. After just a few pages (clicks) of reading, her husband called her: "Hey, I am going to swim down to the deep end and back. The girls will be fine, I just want you to watch them...did you hear me?" She guessed she looked unresponsive, but she DID hear him.
She knew they would be fine, they had become quite proficient at the noodles. She almost went back to reading, but instead, kept a sharp eye on Lil Sis. And like that, Lil Sis was sinking, sinking, head not coming up, noodle floating away, and her just UNDER....and UNDER some more.
She leapt from her chair and called her husband and the other Dad to get her, but they were too far away, and she was not coming up.
In she jumped.
She grabbed Lil Sis, who was coughing a little, then climbed the stairs in the wall and got out, as if getting out of the pool as quick as she could would lessen the soak-factor of jumping into a 4.5 foot pool fully-clothed, up to the hat.
Lil Sis was fine. Her husband's face was priceless.
Another mom brought her a 1.5 foot towel....nice gesture, but come on....
Lil Sis was already back in the pool with her noodle and her Dad. She looked at her and said: "Mom, if you want to swim, you can't get in the pool with your clothes on!"
She gathered her belongings and sludged to the elevator and straight into the tub, she could feel her boots were rather FULL. She took a long, hot shower and then gathered her last top that she had packed. Yeah, she hadn't packed very well either...no more puke or drowning emergencies for the next 24 hours, or she would have to wear her pajamas home.