So going back to look at my last two posts you would be right to assume that I'd actually lost my mind over the weekend. Apparently I freaked my sister out and she called to make sure I wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere with a mind full of chemicals like some cheese-eating high school kid (shout out to TPOH there).
I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine but I'm less frustrated and angry than I was. The Dude came home from his trip and when I explained what I'd done, he laughed. Although he admitted that he doesn't like confrontation and does avoid it where possible he wasn't upset with me for taking on the scout leader. I think he may have been a little proud even. Not that he'd ever admit it because it would only encourage me.
I guess as far as the YMCA situation goes the only thing to do is to teach #3 to do the deep water swim test and be able to cross the buoy line....since as Fiona would say "Rules are rules" of course she was also the one who had 6 jobs in a span of 10 months and all of her bosses were assholes...all of them...tells you something, doesn't it? No...let's not muddy the waters. Rules are rules afterall.
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