Thank goodnesss for Whipping cream!

Why do things happen in threes? That is the question on my mind as I peruse the wreckage of what my evening has been. It had started out great, happy little swim, new CD to play and the potential of a fun group of people coming to aquafit. I should have known when the first person phoned in to say she was going ot Bingo instead that I was hooped!

In our pool is a lovely apparatus or area called the river, you get zoomed around an island at warp speed as jets propulse you along. The fun part (especially for teens and their raging hormones)is seeing how many girls or boys you can take down as you go by. Oops is that your bikini top...sorry did I grab you in the wrong spot...teeheehee . So you can imagine how much teenage hormonal warfare was going on even before the evening began.

It was turning out to be a WWF moment in the pool with me and another lifeguard constantly telling people to slow down (Selective listening was a curse affecting everyone). When out of nowhere gues what happened, I now have a teen with a gash in his head and another holding a bruised wrist, a lifeguard looking murder and another pretending she isn't there.

So what happened?

"Oh my brother was holding him down in a head lock and I went to nerple him and he punched me" ( I have to admit I was siding with the other guy, nobody likes to get nerpled).

Softly behind me I hear " Sorry Kyle". Anyway so now I am dealing with a child who is bleeding and in need of stitiches and I hear "KIM!"

"There is poo in the pool!" SWEET! And do you think my lifeguard is doing anything, nope she's talking to other patrons about the problem. Nice work team! So between stitches boy and trying to clean up the pool, more children are coming over to help and offer advice.

"You missed a spot lifeguard" (one child wouldn't be missed if they disappeared down the drain would they? It could be a drive by curb stomp...be nice Kim its not their fault). Now to make matters even better the mother of one of the boys has arrived to have a scolding fit on both her sons and the poor kid who was being strangled. which way do I go? I figure the murder of two sons is worth stopping before taking fecal matter from the pool but it was a close call.

But hey in the end alls well that ends well, the swim ended, the pool was cleaned, no boys were murdered and I know I have a huge piece of pie at home that I can take all my frustrations out on. Thank goodness for whipping cream!!