I’m a risk-taker, when it suits me. So when my “new” (actually old) boss told me to stop by work (a golf course/country club) for the employee meeting, and BRING MY KIDS, I said, hmm… sure. It wasn’t imperative that I go, as I’m only going to be working 1-2 days a week, and it’s not like I’m new to the place, but I was excited to see my old friends and get a chance to show off the kids, since most of them haven’t seen them since they were tiny. There was a “main meeting” with the entire staff, and then a smaller informal meeting for the F & B staff. It wasn’t supposed to be that long, so I purposely arrived 45 minutes after it started. I figured I could bring the kids in the meeting room and the girls (my coworkers/friends) would help me keep an eye on them while I filled out some rehire paperwork, yadda, yadda, yadda.
It was hot, but since the door to the meeting room was open to the restaurant, I wouldn’t even venture inside. I really didn’t want to disrupt the “big meeting”, so we stayed outside for about, oh, 30 minutes. I gave them a little tour of the clubhouse.
We had snacks, sang our ABCs, read a book… “I kept thinking, ok, any minute now people are going to start flooding out of the room..”
Not so much.
It was pretty warm outside, so I luckily got someone to shut the door to the meeting room so that I could pull the wagon in the restaurant, and we could enjoy a little A/C, and watch some Noggin. Since the restaurant isn’t open to the public right now, we had the place to ourselves. I wheeled the Choo-Choo in front of the TV in the restaurant and thought “ahhh, this is nice.”
Not so much.
What planet am I from, that I thought they would want to stay in their Choo-Choo inside the restaurant, with tables and chairs and cigar humidors, and bottles of wine to look at and climb on? Silly me. I know how much they love sitting in big chairs, so I “set them free”, but in the back of my mind I kept thinking, any minute now the meeting would end and I would have some backup.
Not so much.
They did enjoy that restaurant.. a maze of tables and chairs to climb and chase each other around. Of course, they started to have a little too much fun, and make a little too much noise. I could picture the people sitting in the next room, wondering what the heck was going on next door, and why it sounded like a daycare had set up shop. 15 minutes went by.. and things were getting hairy. It had been about an hour, and I just couldn’t take any more. The meeting didn’t appear to be letting out, but I hadn’t even gotten to talk to any of my friends, or fill out any paperwork.. what to do, what to do.. Lily made that decision for me when she took off running and ran headfirst into the edge of one of the tables, right outside the door to the meeting room. It was a solid hit that knocked her off her feet. It took her a couple seconds to inhale enough breath to support the banshee-like wail that she let out right after. I scooped her up and out into the hallway we went so she could scream away. I was sure there was going to be a giant black and blue, but she actually got over it pretty quickly with no discernable injury. Phew!
Nevertheless, that was my cue to get the heck out of there.
Basically, I loaded up the kids in the car, filled the diaper bag with drinks and snacks, loaded up the choo-choo, drove to the golf course, unloaded the kids, walked them around the clubhouse, waited an hour, and then went home. But such is life. It’s really a crapshoot, trying to go anywhere with toddlers, and you never know if it’s going to work or not.
Today, not so much.