So, we’re smack in the middle of a 13 day sensory integration program for Riley and it's going amazingly well. I'll post more about that later. The program requires two daily sessions and in between them we are spending time at a public pool. The kids are doing great. Riley is amazing.
A young couple walks in. The woman’s big round pregnant belly sticks out of her two piece bathing suit and good for her, it’s beautiful.
They settle into some poolside recliners close to where our towels are laid out, and lay there dozing in the sun.
I want to tell her, “Yo, sister….you are effectively searing any stretch marks you may be getting permanently onto your skin,” but…..it’s not my place, so I just let the couple sleep.
When it’s time to go, I call the kids out of the baby pool and as I’m drying off Seth I hear Riley yell loudly, “WAKE UP!”
She’s standing gleefully over the couple, who, startled, have practically fallen off of their chairs.
“RILEY!” I yell.
She shrinks into herself. There is confusion on her face, and remorse.
“I’m sorry,” I say to the couple.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Riley says to me.
“Riley, that isn’t nice. You don’t wake up people like that when they are trying to rest.”
I gather up our stuff quickly and head into the locker room, shaking my head.
It isn’t until the car ride home that I think about The Wiggles. It’s Seth’s favorite TV show and there is a character, Jeff, who always falls asleep. It is a big thrill for the preschool set to scream “WAKE UP JEFF!” a thousand times an episode.
Okay, I get it. It was funny.