The other day I was pretty desperate to get my kids and their two friends out of the house for some fun. Our community center that we have a membership with was about a mile and a half away. The kids really wanted to swim in the indoor pool and after some thought (and a softened heart) I said yes.
Charles' car recently broke down so he been taking our van to work. I got us all ready, tried several times to leave but I kept remembering something I forgot. Just when I thought we were about ready I looked down and realized I was wearing two different shoes. Um..... I ran back inside, fixed my shoes, and we finally headed down the road with 9 kids either walking, being pushed in a stroller, or being pulled in a wagon.
We were gonna be stuck there (so fun though) till Charles got off work and rescued us five hours later. It was great! Except for a few times dealing with some little bullies it went pretty smooth. I'm always amazed when a kid can bully right in front of their parents and they not bat an eye. I finally walked up and kindly asked the girl to not bully my kids. This seven year old little girl started yelling at me with her mom only two feet away. Wowee. Her teacher at school must have her hands full.
I longingly looked up at the gym since I could see it through windows on the second floor. I haven't been there for awhile. Some remember when I posted that I was working out there when Ivy was at home and got burned by the soup from the crockpot. She had to be taken by ambulance. I felt so bad that I was gone when it happened that I haven't worked out since. Well, she healed so well that there will be no marks as long as her leg doesn't see the sun for another year. This is another reason why we only swim indoors. Anyway, it was pretty sad and nightmarish having to change her bandages every day. She would scream in pain. From now on, no matter who is watching my kids, nothing cooks even in a crockpot while I am gone. Horrible memories. :(
Anyway, the place does so much for kids and is the most active community center I have ever seen. Every single person that tries to sign up there goes through a background check. I love that safe feeling. You just never know if that nice person could be a preying creepo.