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I threw the pink swim bag stuffed with towels, brushes, shampoo, conditioner and who knows what else over my shoulder and trailed my two bouncing, giggly, 5-year-old twin girls through the swirling snow of the Medina Rec Center parking lot and in the front door for our twice-a-week swim lesson.
I say “our” because I am commanded to wear my swimsuit and get to lessons early so we can take a few laps around the “swirly” pool—which you probably call a lazy river.
Once class begins, I get the choice of spending some quality time in the hot tub taking great pains to wave back to whichever girl is smiling, waving or blowing kisses to me from the edge of the pool or hanging with one of my friends who is unfortunate enough to have two kids of different ages. This means he pulls a two-hour shift every Monday and Wednesday—which, when you think about it, is a long time for a 40-year-old, slightly out-of-shape adult to hang out in a swimsuit in front of a window that opens to a view of a raging snowstorm.