Just had our first swimming trip without Daddy and can't imagine how people with more than one child cope.
As Littl'un is now allergic to getting in her buggy, queuing is a real pollaver.
There was a woman in front of me at the reception desk who wanted to find out about karate, but even though the receptionist said she'd have to go and hunt out some info, and we were waiting patiently behind her just to pay to get in, she decided she'd wait.
Littl'un dealt with it how she always does - she ran around and around for a while until she fell over.
I huffed and puffed a bit until the receptionist came back and pointed out the leaflet on karate in front where the woman was standing.
Once in the changing rooms, getting undressed was pretty straighforward, although Littl'un wanted to blow her own armbands up.
Ten minutes later and covered in spit we made our way to the lockers where I tried to hold onto her and stop her sprinting towards the pool, while I fumbled with a 20p pence piece, our clothes, shoes and one of those daft watch keyfobs that are impossible to do up one-handed.
Making our way into the baby pool, I surveyed the parents and compared my pasty, post-winter body to theirs. As it was mostly dads (and most also looked well fed - and hairy also), I didn't feel too bad.
For the next hour Littl'un was in heaven.
She clearly remembered her last time in the pool and as soon as she hit water she was off, clambering over the walls to the jacuzzi, jumping off the side of the pool and generally giving me heart failure.
A few times she ran so fast in the water she went under, forcing me to do a clumsy, flappy David Hasselhoff-type lunge towards her. But each time she just bobbed up, spat out a huge jet of water and legged it off again, leaving me looking loike a bit of a idiot.
Getting the stuff back out of the locker was a bit of a chore again, but afterwards, dry, dressed and enjoying a sandwich I felt great and she seemed to have had a brilliant time.
That night I told Himself about our swimming success but said it was difficult not having a spare pair of hands at changing time.
He suggested I forgo having a locker and put all our stuff in our buggy in the buggy park at the side of the pool instead.
Why didn't I think of that?