Who's kid is that anyway....

Em.Barr.Ass.Ing.


So today, for the 3rd or 4th time, we went to the Y as a family. We went upstairs to drop the boys off at the daycare room, and headed back down to work out. Now, the past few times, this has gone very smoothly. We just drop them off and head out, and they never notice. But today, for some terrible, insane reason, the words "Bye Bye" came out of my mouth. And you would think I had said the dreaded word - "no". It started slowly, a quick look, and unsure face, a whimper. Then full out waterworks. I'm talking laying on the ground, flailing and crying. So I ran out of the room and out of site while Jason took care of going, since they tend to deal much better with his leaving (as he goes to work every day, and they are always asleep when I leave to coach in the afternoons).


A few minutes later, Jason comes down, and the screams are continuing. I rolled my eyes, got my bottle of water, and headed for the elliptical - assuming they would calm down after 5 minutes or so, per usual if they get left with a sitter.


5 minutes later, I see a mass of people staring up at the window to the day care room. So, knowing what is coming, I turn my head to see 2 little boys, faces pressed against the windows, banging their little fists and screaming out "Mama! Mama!". So I wave, they wave, and then, much to my relief, they turn around. 


So I get back to my workout when, approximately 3 minutes later I hear shrill screams coming from somewhere above me. Oh yes, there they are. Staring. Screaming. Terrifying others. Eventually the "Mama"s and the window banging stops (I refused to look back, maybe that was just making it worse?) and I assume since they can see me, they are fine and went back to playing.


Remember what they told you what happens when you 'assume'? They were right. Yes, you do in fact, make an ass out of u and me. Turns out, the daycare sitter was holding one, while trying to prevent the other from stealing food from the other boys who were eating (to be fair, if the handout says no food, don't let kids eat food. Obviously 2 year olds are going to want a part of it).


3 minutes later the front desk girl starts looking around, and goes to find Jason. 


3 minutes later he comes to find me.


1 minutes later we go to find the children and relieve the poor girl attempting to corral our children from the terror they are wreaking on her daycare room. 


For those that were adding, that is exactly 15 minutes. That is exactly how long we made it at the Y daycare today.


Next time I am playing ignorant and exclaiming loudly, "who's kid is that anyway"?