Had a bunch of running around to do yesterday, with the anticipation of the last pool party for the season coming up in the evening. Looked at the time, running late. Panic mode. Went home, put my groceries away, packed the pool bag, got some food for Sadie and a fresh sippy cup.
Jumped in the car, took Natali home. Got to the pool. Unloaded all the stuff and the kids. Pushed the stroller into the bathroom with Kynnadi in tow. Sent X off to change. Struggled with little girls’ clothes and diaper, got them into suits.
Now it was my turn. Waited for someone to finish her shower so I could duck behind the curtain and still be able to keep tabs on the girls. Got into the shower area. Hung my bathing suit up on the rod. Bottoms fall, landing in shower water. Yuk. Pick pants up, wash in hot water. Got dressed.
Went out. Found chairs. Got all the towels out. Found sunscreen. Got us all slathered up.
Waded into the pool behind Kynnadi, who seemed unaware that the water had ice floating on top…well, ok. That’s an exaggeration. But, brrr. Sadie loved it. She started laughing, splashing, really enjoying herself.
Tried to keep track of all the kids, get snacks, help them get to games on time… started to get worn out. Dreamed of floating atop the water for a few, carefree moments. Got a grip.
Time for party in the parking lot. Got the kids dried and dressed.
“Kynnadi, do you have to go potty? Because they’re going to close the pool, and there will be NO bathroom to use after this.”
“No, I don’t need to go.”
“Are you SURE? Because there might be a porta-john, but those are nasty. I don’t want to use them. Why don’t you try to go?”
“NO! I don’t have to pee!”
“Ok, if you’re sure.”
Went out to the parking lot where inflatables were set up. There was a jousting area, obstacle course, and big bubble bath sort of thing.
Kynnadi got in line to do the jousting with a little girl about her size.
“I have to pee!” She said, crossing her legs. “I need to pee so bad!”
“What? I told you…” grrr and grrr and grrr. “Let’s go!” We ran to get to the potty in time. Opened the door, got inside. Began to put toilet paper on the seat, looked over, she was leaning on the urinal. As I pulled her away, I noticed her ponytail had been hanging inside it. Went over the the sprinklers they had set up to wash off bubbles and washed her the best we could. Gross.
I let them play a bit longer, but was wearing thin, so about an hour into it, I told them we had to go. Sadie had been fussy and I wanted to get her to bed. Desperately wanted to get Kynnnadi in the shower, and my belly was rumbling and grumbling for food.
On my way out, some kid was twirling a backpack around in the air and smacked me right in the face.
Got home, put Sadie to bed, got Kynnadi in the shower. Ah! Finally, I can get some food and sit.
Xavier started coughing and coughing and coughing and puking… Yeah. All over the bedroom floor. I cannot begin to claim I handled it well. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
Did the kids have a good time at the party, though? Yes. I guess that was the goal. Goal reached.