Saturday mornings are a glorious time. We sleep in as late as the girls will let us, and lounge around drinking coffee and eating breakfast. Around 10am we all head to our local YMCA where Miss H takes gymnastics.
For the one hour of her class, Lil' B goes to the nursery, Mr. Rose heads for the treadmill, and I take my post outside of gymnastics to watch Miss H. It is so nice to be able to sit by myself and read or write while I marvel at the cuteness of my daughter on the balance beam.
The past two Saturdays have been different though. Last Saturday the YMCA was jam packed with people. It is basketball season now, so vying for a seat on one of the benches out side of gymnastics is becoming so difficult that it should be its own Olympic sport. On top of that, there was a Valentine's Day members appreciation party occuring right in this same area that happens to be about 20 feet wide by 30 feet long.
Have I ever mentioned that I hate large crowds in small spaces? No? Well...I do.
Lucky for me there is an upstairs observation area for gymnastics, although with considerably less seating, but I headed up there anyway. It was definitely quieter so I stood watching out the window as Miss H did her jumping jacks and stretches in relative peace.
Two women next to me started talking. And talking. And TALKING. The one was relating a story to the other and it seemed like she was just telling it over and over again with increasing amounts of adjectives, hyperboles, and volume. From what I could tell it seemed that someone had wronged her in some way. I kept standing there trying to block it out, but all I could hear in my head was, "The more you stir it, the more it STINKS!" Before I could embarrass myself by butting into their conversation, I headed back downstairs.
By this time, things had quieted down a bit and I managed to find a spot on one of the downstairs benches. I settled in and pulled out my book. Just as I was starting to read, it started. Again.
Two different chatty-cathys had taken a spot on a bench right in front of me. Same situation as before, different topic. I wanted to scream, "For crying out loud would you please keep it to yourself! Some of us are TRYING to enjoy the 1 hour of solitude we will have this weekend!!" Again, I tried to block it out and failed.
This weekend when we headed out I planned on trying to write a few blog posts for the coming week. There was no member appreciation party this weekend, so the crowd was much reduced from last week. I quickly found a seat and whipped out my notebook and pen. No sooner had I written the first sentence than a woman in front of me turned around and tried to start a conversation with me. I answered her politely and after each response bent my head back down to my notebook.
She kept talking and talking, and finally I gave up. I put my notebook away and admitted defeat. Saturday mornings at the YMCA are not the place for Mommy quiet time. Maybe next week I should actually exercise.