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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Wild Day at Wild Waters

Yesterday was Bailey's birthday, and something possessed me to take her and some friends to Wild Waters for the day. It started out innocently enough. I was supposed to go to the Shop Hop wrap-up meeting in Couerdalane anyways, so my sister was going to drive up with a few kids, I would take a few, they'd go to Wild Waters, I'd go to the meeting and the meet up with the kids at Wild Waters afterwards. Well, that's not exactly how it worked out.
Friday, my sister found out she'd be starting her new job Monday. Well, there went my extra driver, since I'm slightly pathetic and have no friends willing to sacrifice a day at Wild Waters! By Sunday, I had a full car and decided after repeated phone calls that if the rest of the girls invited couldn't be considerate enough to call back that I wasn't going to worry about it. Long story short, I ended up with a car load of kids all by my lonesome self, driving to Wild Waters, and foregoing the meeting all together.
Three giggling pre-teens is more than enough noise for one car ride. Combine that with a 4 year old boy and 2 1st grade girls, the radio, and 2 different movie players, and it's no wonder I had to hit Starbucks as soon as we got into town!
I survived the day, thanks in large part to the fact that the kids were highly entertained at the water park. The little kids aren't allowed to ride the large slides alone, so I ended up taking Will once and Kylee once, which was more than enough sliding for me!
I learned that when the lifeguard says, "That slide's faster," you shouldn't necessarily take her up on it. Especially with a 4 year old riding with you, and on the day after you decided you're a professional water skier wannabe, (just had to try out those new skis) and now can't walk upright without limping because of it. (Have I mentioned that Monte can't hear ANYTHING? I yelled "Just a minute!" and he heard "Hit It!")
Does it mean you're getting old when it takes you an entire week to recover from 2 days of fun? I'm pretty sure it will take me that long, but luckily I've rearranged my schedule to hopefully have more time at home to quilt. That should mean that I'll get more done, right? Right?......anyone?

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