Goggle Shmozzle….

We took the kids on a mini-vacation over our holidays. Sometimes it’s a struggle balancing Chloe’s nap time while trying to pack in all the big-kid fun Hanna, Ellie and Greg (the biggest kid of all) can handle during that 1.5 hour window.

I am typically happy sitting with a cup of green tea, doing a little writing and enjoying an hour and a half of the quiet snores from a baby in the distance which is so much sweeter than, “Mommy wh’are you? Get up here now! Mommy, quiet, NOW!”

Greg and the girls decided to go swimming at a local pool so my quiet time was minutes from becoming a reality. After packing towels, suits, goggles, coordinating spare keys, moving the stroller from the van, inside, swapping shoes, finding hats, packing water and snacks, the swim team was heading out and nappers were nestled all snug in their beds.

Minutes later, Greg emailed to inform me he had forgotten his suit. I suspect this is my fault as I was responsible for getting the girls their hats, goggles, towels, cover-ups, bathing suits, shoes, books and snacks and he was responsible for the one item.

The email however did not reach my computer before I heard a quiet knock on my door. I assumed the knock was on the unit next door and paid no attention.

A moment later, I heard someone’s keys being inserted into the lock on my door and the door knob turning to open. My heart pounded once and then stopped. I had no idea how I was going to defend myself against this attacker given all of the swimming goggles/slingshots I had moments earlier were no longer at my disposal.

Of course I was relieved to see Greg but to be fair, I was going to be angry at whoever it was coming in the door unexpectedly because it cost me three years of my life.

I decided to check the email to verify Greg’s message and indeed, he had attempted to warn me of his break and enter attempt.

I kept my email on and received the following three notes almost immediately after Greg and the girls headed out again, this time with all of the necessary items they would need for a successful outing.

Unread–Forgot my suit.

Greg: Chlorine levels are too high.

Greg: Pool is closed.

Greg: Coming home now.

I guess paranoia had gotten the better of me. How could I be sure these messages were even from Greg?

Greg: Please bring washroom key.

Identity verified.

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