Oh Goodie, It's Swim Season!

So this is how insane I am...Having laid in wait for the job signups to be posted for Medlock Bridge Barracudas' first swim meet of the season, I scored a highly coveted spot as a Cuda Cafe staff member then found myself feeling a bit smug and, in my own head, envied by the other parents because I was in the shade and they were not. (1,000 degrees in the sun, however, probably only lessens to 975 degrees in the shade.)

Be that as it may, I felt that I had won some sort of prize, which, BTW, proves that denial can be very helpful along the road of life. 

When my daughter, fresh-faced and cool from her warm-up laps, (oxymoron), came over to peruse our snack offerings, I tried not to hate her - JK! - as she would say, and I handed off my Sharpie so that she could write on herself and her friends. I thought, “You will never understand the depth of my love and the lengths to which I go  for you,” which proves that feeling like a martyr – another device of denial -can also be very helpful along the road of life.

My fellow Cuda Café workers/neighbors and I sweated and served in a flurry of cash, soda, pizza slices, candy and chicken sandwiches over the next couple of hours, sort-of bonding over our mutual suffering, and I must admit, it wasn’t really all that bad – at least not once the sun went behind the trees. My daughter got her ribbons, the team got a win: a pretty good night.

When all is said and done, what is often the case with physically uncomfortable experiences like childbirth and swim season in Johns Creek, the accomplishment is remembered and the pain is forgotten. Like I said, denial is very helpful.