Somewhat mentally exhausted after endless weeks of work deadlines and stress (see many previous posts I'm sure), Michele suggested I simply leave a little earlier this evening so that I could take Jack swimming before bed time. Since I wasn't much concentrating at work anyway, and haven't done anything more approaching exercise since contemplating a trip to the gym (but not actually going) sometime back in February, I didn't take long to agree this suggestion.
First point - despite having had a working life for 10 years or so now, I still feel slightly reckless at leaving earlier than 6pm. It's like being out of school before 3.15pm. I wonder if this feeling will ever pass.
Second point - for my sins, whilst Jack loved the swimming, I succeeded in having him plunge his thumb into my eye ("It was an accident Daddy"), followed by me taking my (remaining) eye off him as we were drying off at precisely the same moment that he decided to practice his 'walking backwards with towel over head' routine. Needless to say it was the splash that made me turn around to find him, unintentionally, back in the pool complete with towel still over head.
Aside from mild shock (both his and mine I think) he was OK. But I think I should have stayed at work after all. I will not leave before 6 tomorrow.
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