Just Because I Have A Pool Does Not Mean I Am Your Summer Fun Day Care Center
There are some awesome moms in my ‘hood. They call me before their kids come over. Sometimes they send them with popsicles or a bottle of wine for me. But for every awesome mom I know in my ‘hood, there are plenty of parents who assume that just because I have a giant money-suck of water in my backyard, this means that I will be more than happy to watch their brats for endless hours when we are outside swimming. Ummm, no.
It all started two years ago when we first moved in and three children I did not know showed up on their bikes, with towels, when my kids were swimming. I informed the little darlings that I would be happy to have them come over, but I needed to speak with a parent first. I had NO idea where these children came from, and one of my kids informed me that they rode the bus with them, but lived “far” away. These kids were hot and sweaty and obviously exhausted. I gave them bottles of water and requested a phone number and dialed, while they gazed longingly at my kids splashing like little fishes as they waited. I left a voicemail explaining who I was, where I lived, and that the mother’s children were at my house wanting to swim.
Now, I’m a nice person. I like having kids over. But pools are dangerous, and I at least wanna know an adult’s first name before I let their kids potentially drown in my pool. After about two hours I received a call back from the mother who informed me that she had told her children they could come to my house for swimming, but that they needed to return home to clean their rooms. She said she would drop them back after. Part of me wanted to say:
THAT’S RAD YOU TOLD YOUR KIDS THEY COULD SWIM AT MY HOUSE WITHOUT ASKING ME AND I’M GLAD THEY CAN COME BACK SWIMMING WITHOUT TECHNICALLY BEING INVITED BUT YEAH, WHATEVER, SEND ‘EM ON OVER.
Instead I cheerfully told her that yes, they could come back and that I would love to meet her as well so please come around back when she drops them off. So a few hours pass and her kids show up, with no mom, who had to “run errands.”
I get wanting a bit of free time to run errands, but as a parent I would never ditch my kids anywhere, because for all she knows I could have a pool, but I could also be like smoking crack at my pool and pouring shots of Jagermeister for the kids while we have a contest called ” Who can run the fastest around the pool holding a kitchen knife and being chased by one of my 10 pitbulls.”
I let her kids swim, but told them next time they could not come over unless I met their mom first. Strangely, they never returned.