A sinking feeling while hubby helps with swim lessons

For years, I’ve been thinking about taking swim lessons.

So when my husband and I decided to take a vacation to Ocean City earlier this month, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to learn.

I knew we needed to book a hotel with a swimming pool because I wasn’t going to attempt to learn how to swim in the choppy ocean.

Yikes.

When we found a hotel with a rooftop and an inside pool, we knew we’d hit the jackpot.

But that excitement didn’t last long.

After slowly slipping into the chilly water, I clinched my fingers to the side of the pool for security.

My husband kept trying to pry me from the side, but it was nearly impossible.

I tried my best to let him hold me as he guided me toward the middle of the pool.

But nothing was working. I just couldn’t trust him.

I’m not saying he’s a bad guy, but we have a history of playing pranks on each other and I just couldn’t get them out of my head.

Like the time I was taking a nice hot shower and he slipped into our bathroom and dumped ice-cold water on me.

He was laughing. I wasn’t.

Or the time I spread extra wasabi on a sushi roll before stuffing it in his mouth.

Now that was funny because he couldn’t escape the heat.

That time, I was laughing, but he wasn’t.

So with that type of horseplay in mind, I just couldn’t trust what he was going to do to me.

As he grew frustrated with the situation, I couldn’t stop laughing.

“Just kick your feet,” he kept saying.

I was.

And the more I did, the more my husband, who used to be on a swim team as a teenager, shook his head.

“Like this,” he said, demonstrating the correct way in the tiny pool.

That’s when he suggested we purchase a body board to help my upper body stay afloat while my legs did the rest of the work.

That sounded like a good idea, until I got nervous, freaked out and started kicking my legs and flapping my arms wildly, thinking that I was going to sink to the bottom of the pool.

Did I mention that the indoor pool was between 3-to 5-feet deep?

By the way, I never really got the hang of it.

But I will be signing up for swimming lessons at the local YMCA, where I don’t have a history of playing practical jokes on the professional trainers.

Rhonda Simmons loves to play pranks on her husband, but isn’t too fond of the tricks he plays on her.