Waterpark FUN

I took the girls today. I was alone with the girls. I locked my car key in the car. Didn't realize that had happened until I was thinking about it after our first ride. And then we were already in line for the second ride when I realized I really didn't remember where the key was at all... Uh oh.

After that ride, we had to go back to our stuff on the table and look through it. I realized pretty quickly that it wasn't there, and I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to tell where it was when I got to the car that I was pretty freaked out. Sure enough, there it was, in the ignition.

In case you didn't know, frazzled mommies make mistakes.

I did such a good job this morning of packing food for the three of us, getting our clean clothes ready so we'd have something dry to wear home, once we found a parking spot (and a good one at that!) getting the girls out of the car with all that stuff I had packed. I missed one very important detail. Oops.

Since I discovered my mistake so early in the day, I went to the guest relations booth and they gave me a card for a local "pop-a-lock" company. I gave them a call, fed the girls lunch, and the whole thing was over and done relatively early in the day. My car did not sit there as a thief's dream target for very long, and when we were ready to leave, we didn't have to wait on the pop-a-lock guy to come. Another bonus, my parking spot was so fabulous that it wasn't a gigantic pain in the derriere to keep going back and forth from the park to the car. It was literally in the fifth space from the entrance of the park. And when I found it, it was the last available spot in the lot. Thank you, God!

Hehe... I glanced up at the title of this post, and from what I've said so far, that FUN looks sarcastic. I didn't mean it that way when I first typed it. I promise!

The rest of the day after lunch was really wonderful. There were a couple of moments when the kids started complaining. It's really hard to listen to complaining kids anywhere, anytime, but when you're going WAY out of your way to give them a good time, it's so much harder. At one point I told the girls that I didn't want to hear any more, and if they had complaining thoughts not to let them come out of their heads and into their mouths. It was a pretty good parenting moment. Another mom behind us in the line said she was going to use that sentence. And the kids stopped complaining. It actually worked!

Later, in another line, I made a comment to Big Girl about being so tired maybe she should drive us home. I'm afraid she didn't get that I was joking. She was concerned by that comment because she doesn't know how to drive. I wouldn't have let her anyway. She's only eight years old.

This park is big enough that there are two different parts of the park that you ride a tram to get from one to the other. One time on the tram, we were some of the last poeple on and it was pretty crowded. We couldn't find three seats together. The girls sat in the back together and I sat about five rows ahead of them by myself with a stranger next to me. I turned back and said, "Hey girls, I'm going to get there before you do." Big Girl didn't miss a beat. She replied, "Mom, it's not a race." That got a chuckle from the other adults around who were listening to us.

There's one ride that goes off the top of a building. You ride these little mats down the slide, laying on your belly. Little Girl rode that ride last year when she was just five years old. This year she wanted to do it again, and so did I. When it's just the three of us together, and two out of three want to do something, all three of us have to do it. That's the rule. Otherwise we'd get separated, and that's just not acceptable. So anyway, Big Girl got up to the top of this ride, mat in hand, and at the last minute, she chickened out. I leaned over (totally violating the rule about staying behind the line until it's your turn), grabbed her hands and put them on the mat, and gave her a nudge down the slide. When I got down there (I was next in line behind her), she was raving about how fun it was. That kid is an adrenaline junkie if ever there was one. But she's afraid of heights, and I think that's what got to her there at the top looking down the slide. We have these little moments when she has a hard time trusting me, and in the end, she learns that I was right, and I can be trusted. I know what she'll like. She can trust me if I tell her she's going to like it.

I'm trying to remember if there were any other memorable moments I won't want to forget... There's probably something, but nothing is coming to mind. I'm TIRED. I'm the kind of tired where you can feel it in every body part you know of, and then some. I think even my toenails are tired.

All day long, once again, I had "Psalm Twenty" in my head. I even sang it a few times as we'd float through the tunnels on the rides. Good stuff.