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Mondays are busier than usual. The girls started swim lessons at the YMCA. Usually, I swoop by and pick them up from school. Rush home to gobble down a light dinner. Help them slip into their swimsuits and then cover up to stay warm. Coats, hats, boots on.
And we are out the door.
Race to the local Y, less than ten minutes from our house. Try and find a parking spot. Zip inside the locker room to be ready to stand by the pool. Ready to learn to swim.
All this in less than an hour.
Yet, last night was different.
I attended a school board meeting. I didn't get to pick them up. I didn't get to remind them over and over that we need to hurry up and eat dinner. I didn't get to quickly change them into their swimsuits. I didn't get to plop them in the car and zip over to the Y.
As much as I didn't miss the rush of the night, I missed being with my girls and their Daddy.
I didn't get to see the smiles on their faces as they jumped into the pool.