Day 1 of summer swim team yielded not only fun in the sun, but an encounter with a particularly overactive Momzilla in the pediatric swim arena. You may recall that after stalking everyone over the age of 18 to complain about the level of instruction for her kids (who can't really swim), Swimzilla was last seen on her way to the aquatics office in a desperate attempt to lash out at someone in person, rather than over the phone. Apparently, she had grown bored with telecommunication.
So I approached Day 2 of summer swim team with more than a little excitement. It was like an old-time serial movie. I couldn't wait to see what happened next! You can imagine that I actually started giggling out loud when I walked to the pool to find that not only did Swimzilla show up for another day of practice, she had dragged a pool chair over to the side of the pool so that she was literally sitting fewer than six feet away from where her children were apparently not getting enough instruction. And on Day 2, she stayed put. Rolled her eyes quite a bit, but didn't pace around the pool area, and didn't complain to anyone until the end, when she chased after one of the coaches, who never broke stride and never really looked back to engage the 'Zilla on her tail. She has obviously dealt with this breed before.
I did notice that there was a second coach added to the little people's group on Day 2. Despite all of my mocking, I will acquiesce that apparently breathing fire does get some results in the aquatics office.
"Sadly", the increased staffing just didn't cut it for Swimzilla. As I walked into the building for Day 3, I passed Swimzilla walking out of the building with her children in tow. She looked considerably happier as she was further away from the pool area. So with that...
...Swimzilla has left the building.
And the summer can proceed in peace.