Tuesday: The YMCA Three Times

So this morning, Ivan had some seriously successful potty training.  It was uplifting and hinted to me that maybe the worst is over, though I will say that every time I think that thought something terrible happens later that dispels my good hopefulness.  Needless to say, that hopefulness was indeed dispelled later in the morning.

Anyway, full of hope, Ivan and I packed up his backpack and doggie and blanket and headed to the gym.  Ivan was thrilled about the YMCA childcare and I was thrilled to swim laps in the outdoor pool.  I got in 2100 meters outside before they closed the outdoor pool, then I went inside for another 1100 meters.  It was great times.

When I arrived at the childcare to retrieve Ivan, he was standing atop the slide and there was fecal matter involved, and he looked not at all fussed.  He seemed fine with it, and in my haste to clean and change and apologize and put clothes in a baggie, ect., ect., ect. we left dog and blanket at the YMCA.  We drove back to the YMCA and they were nowhere to be found, we checked every area of the gym, we checked all the lost and founds and doggie and blanket had disappeared into thin air.  It was as if they had never been.  There is a thought that dog and blanket may have ended up in the YMCA laundry.  There is the possibility that they will be laundered by 8:00 AM tomorrow.  Ivan is minimally concerned about this, but I am a wreck.  Will they resurface???

At 4:00 PM, we drove back to the YMCA for another search for dog and blanket, then stayed for children's play time from 4:30-7:00.  Ivan went down the slides honestly a million times.  He ran in the fountains, he dove into the water  and ended in running into a metal post and clocking his eye so hard I feared he might be blind.  It has all been quite exhausting for me in my confinement, and I am planted firmly on the couch until my bedtime.