Saturday, July 14, 2012

Wipeout

Ever have a Friday that ends up feeling more like a Monday? 

Yesterday, I began the morning by burning the last two remaining slices of bacon for Noah's breakfast.  Yup, that's right, the kid who once only preferred
Star Wars smells, now not only likes, but thanks God for processed pork during our dinnertime prayers.  Somehow I was able to convince him that it was just extra crispy.  After getting him off to camp, I was then left to deal with the rats nest of tangles that make a home atop Natalie's head every morning -- no matter how much conditioner, detangler and leave-in tonic I apply the night before.  I've been trying to convince her to cut her waist-length mane, but her reply is always the same, "No, I want to be like Tangled."  Indeed.  

Natalie's camp was meeting at our community pool, or so I thought.  We arrived to find the place deserted. Darn it.  


"Natalie, I thought you said they were meeting at the pool?"  


"Oh!  That's right.  We're meeting at camp.  Today is red day, I need to wear a red shirt," said the girl with a wardrobe of pink and purple.  


"Natalie, I don't think you own anything red." I replied.  


"I know!  I'll wear Noah's Cardinal shirt," announced Natalie. 


So, we drove back home, and got her changed into Noah's shirt and cinched it with a scrunchie so that she didn't look as though she were pant-less. We got back in the car and drove to the park.  Immediately I could see the place was packed with kids running around.  I started to breathe a sigh of relief, until I noticed that all of them were wearing swimsuits!  What the heck?  


"Natalie, I thought you said today was red day?"  


"Oh, wait!  That was Thursday!  The day I missed," she explained.  

 
When I couldn't find Natalie's group, I asked some of the kids milling about the playground what they had planned for the day.  I learned they were having a water play day and would be sliding down a big, hand-made slip n'slide. 

Fantastic.


Natalie and I once again got back into the car and drove home to change.  Talk about your deja vu! After helping her into her suit, we headed off once again to find her group.  We were told we would find them at the "big hill" next to the city center.  When we'd reached our final destination Natalie announced, "I'm a late mess!" My feelings exactly.  Thankfully, my boss was understanding and even with the morning's obstacle course of events, I was only 20 minutes late. Hmmm...maybe I should consider training for ABC's show, "Wipeout".




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