Monday Morning Self-Reflection

Writers often draw from their own lives and experiences when they put pen to paper. Or fingers to keyboard, whichever the case may be. One of my favorite authors has incorporated many facets of her own life into her stories. I enjoy picking up little tidbits in her stories from what I know is taken from her own personal life.

Recently I read a blog post by another author that challenged me to self-reflection. The questions posed were 1) what feeds your soul? and 2) what sucks the life out of you?

I thought it would be interesting to find out what I had to say about this. Here’s what I came up with:

What Feeds My Soul

-Good coffee

-Slow mornings

-Reading a good book by the fire

-Lingering kisses

-Songs that sing what I feel

-Relaxing with all my kids gathered together (These times are getting fewer and farther between)

-Friendships with the people who know my soul and love me in spite of myself

-Hugs

-Cooking

-Clear messages from God that are direct answers to prayer

-Starting a new project (Unfortunately, this is why I never master any one thing)

-Skinny jeans

 

 

What Sucks the Life Out Of Me

 

-High-stress, overly dramatic people

-People who talk too slow (or move too slow)

-Dieting

-Yard work

-Not enough sleep

-My own indecision

-Wind

-Skinny jeans

 

Surely this is not an exhaustive list but it makes me feel pretty doggone balanced. And even if I’m not, my protagonist most likely will be. That’s good enough.

No Pay No Play

Spring break is nearly over and my rant about the YMCA’s poor planning has lost its steam.  But here’s what happened:

Monday morning, after having traded Matchbox cars for Ping-Pong paddles and a ball, my boys were turned away from the kid-filled family area with a “you can’t be in here.” Imagine their confusion. They had been going in that room to play Ping-Pong while David and I work out for months. Anyway, they find David and tell him what happened and he inquires at the front desk as to why they would not be allowed there. The response he got from the woman at the front desk: “Well, that doesn’t make any sense.”

Duh.

So she makes some inquiries to see if there was an answer to be had. Whoever she got on the phone was apparently too busy to come to the front desk but their over-the-phone answer was that they (the parents of kids who were allowed in the play area) had paid for them to be there. To which my quick-witted husband replied that he also pays for his kids to be in there.

I love this about him even though it means I will never win an argument with him.

The woman didn’t know how to respond to that so she relayed that message over the phone and, between her and her phone counterpart, they came up with, “they paid more.”

Excuse me? Isn’t the YMCA a nonprofit entity?

As a matter of fact, it is.  I looked it up.

http://www.ymca.net/about-us/

And they tout “The Y is a nonprofit like no other.” Well, that is for certain. If nonprofit means whoever pays more get to play more.

It turns out there was a day camp going on during spring break week and working parents could sign up (and pay more) for their kids to spend the day at the Y. That’s fantastic. I’m very happy there is that option for kids and their parents.

But here’s where it gets sticky.

Because it was raining they could not take those kids outside as planned and had to keep them corralled inside. Not a huge deal. It is a YMCA, after all. But, as we were informed by the over-the-phone person, there is a KDHE regulation about supervised day care programs that does not allow for the “unsupervised” to be comingled with the “paying-more-to-play supervised.”

So, it’s OK for me to drop my kids off at that play area when there is no supervision, but it’s not OK when there are adults present.

Huh. Well, if that doesn’t just knot up the panties.

So the message I took away from this was that, even though we have been paying members to this nonprofit establishment for a number of years, it will be my kids who sit out. No notice. No (voluntary) explanation. Just a thank-you-for-your-money-now-go-away.

Go away to where? Outside to play in the rain I guess.

It would have made sense to me for the Y to use a gym for a rain option as the gyms are by reservation anyway.  I already know I can’t reserve a gym when there are coordinated games going on. But the family area is a common-use area.  It would be like the public library saying you can come in the building but you can’t look at any of the books because it’s story hour, or movie time, or George Washington’s birthday.

As my 10-year old frequently says these days, “Whatev.”

So, does this mean I’m cancelling my membership and going elsewhere?  Uh, no.

Pay more to drive farther.

To work out.

Well, that just doesn’t make any sense.

So if you have been to the Andover YMCA this week and have seen kids sitting in chairs looking bored out of their skulls, now you know why. They didn’t pay to play.