I will tell you something right now: Joining the YMCA has been hands down the best thing we’ve done this summer. It may also be important to note that we didn’t go on a real vacation, and the one out of town trip we did take involved lots and lots of vomit. So really, there wasn’t much competition.
We’ve been a lot. It’s hot here. Like really hot. We don’t go outside unless we’re in the water, making trips to the Y pool frequent and necessary. So imagine our surprise we pulled up Saturday afternoon, and noticed that the parking lot was practically devoid of cars. Usually Saturday afternoons at the pool are crowded, hot, and seriously can I cram my family of 5 into the sliver of shade you’re not using THANKS.
First we were all Score! No one else is here! Then we were all, Uh…wow, like no one else is here. It was empty, silent, and still. Taunting us like a refreshing, blue, chlorinated drink on a sweaty day. The girls started to panic that they weren’t going to get to swim after all.
Let’s check out the indoor pool, I said. This one’s closed.
Yeah, it has poo– Christian stopped mid poop. He knows I hate it when he makes up excuses. I’m a fan of telling it like it is. Plus, I kinda hate it when we’re out somewhere and the kids assume they can’t do something like go to the park or dilly dally on that rock because it has poop on it.
So we headed inside where two guys at the front desk greeted us as we scanned our tags.
What happened to the outdoor pool? I asked.
Desk guy 1 leaned against the counter, looked outside, and gave me his best I’ve said this 141 times already today voice: The obvious. Seriously, if I could italicize these italics for emphasis, I would do it. I could practically hear his facial muscles straining to keep from giving little old naive me the world’s biggest eye roll.
And then Christian rejoiced all afternoon that he would have been right and now I can’t stop him from using his poop excuse because well you never know.
Also, this happened:
Pro tip: Use the stairs with the rail. That little sitty step is way further down than it looks in that frothy water.