For the last week, I have been prepping my girls about the start of gymnastics classes this week (which really, they started last week, but i worked every day last week, and M was sick, so we just put it off to begin this week. Class is at the Y, so starting a week late isn't really the end of the world. Especially since I'm signing our next 20 weeks away for these classes... missing that one week won't kill us.)
M was planned to take the Thursday afternoon class for 3-5 year olds, and B is planned to take the Friday morning class for 1-3 year olds. No problem. Well, for any of you who know me, you know two fundamental things about me.
1- why on earth would i ever do anything ahead of time, when i can just do it on-the-way, or at the time of, or even possibly a few minutes late?!?
and
2- I hate our local family YMCA. Or, I have a major love/hate relationship with it, if you will. i hate it, but my kids love it. or, i love its programs and pools, but i hate driving there... and parking. anyway, strong word, but i pretty much hate it.
So, leaving the house at 3:50 (although i had in my head thought it was still only 3:35), we drive the the torrential downpours, through the 750 stop lights (all of which are red for me), through the school busses and what-nots to pull in to find not ONE parking spot. Not even ONE. so, we park at the far end of the earth and RUN as fast as we can through pelting freezing rain. We make it in to the reception area with actually 7 minutes to spare before the 4:15 class starts (a small miracle considering the hell it took to get us there.) M is beaming her beautiful smile and i present my member card and ask to sign up for the class that is starting in... now six minutes. Click, click, click... the very nice man typed rapidly into the computer.
"Hmmm," he hums. I tap my foot unbeknownst to him. He couldn't find the correct class. We now have four minutes remaining. M stares up at me with her big hopeful full-moon eyes.
"Oh, here we go," he smiles. I smile. I pat M's smiling head.
"Only thing is, there's a wait list." I stop smiling. M stops smiling. In fact, M goes from smiling to a small kitten mewl in half a second. I hadn't planned on this. I hadn't even thought about this. I had to come up with a plan B, since my sweetest was standing in he full gymnastics outfit now full on crying, intermittingly getting out the words, "Do... I ... get... to... go?"
Long story less long, I got her in to the Weds afternoon class, and B had plenty of space in her "funnastics class" (as she calls it) tomorrow.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. Today we got a little of each. All it took was a trip to the snack bar and a purchase of a chocolate milk and oreos to get M's spirits back up (oh, and the promise of buying a new leotard tomorrow... procrastination isn't cheap!) But she's on the roster for next week, and that is really all that matters!
on a complete side note, i had a really nice post that i had intended for last night, and i have no idea why i never sat down to write it. i'll save it now, for a future post. it was a fun memory about gingerbread and the outerbanks. my immediate family will probably know the rest of that story anyway. enjoy!
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