Swimming lessons

Friday is swimming lessons day. One child swims at 1630, the other at 1700, which means I get to sit in a corridor at the pool (no viewing area, sadly) for over an hour every Friday. Mostly I chat to other parents, read a book, or knit socks (I discovered this week that I have quite a reputation in the village as 'the mother who knits socks at the pool'!). Somehow it rarely feels like wasted time. And afterwards I get to come home and have a glass of wine... the weekend starts here :-)