The Love, Blood, and Rhetoric School

As is probably obvious, I spend a lot of time at the YMCA. Today Katrina had gymnastics from 9 to 945 and then I had to take Robby in the pool for his swim lesson at 10.

The teenage girl who generally helps Mr. Mark with the gymnastics classes wasn't there today, so I volunteered to help out. I taught gym and dance while I was in high school, and a class of four year-olds is still well within my abilities. Long story short, it went well, Mark said I was a huge help, and Katrina even participated in the whole class rather than hiding in the corner saying she was shy. Then Mark asked if I would be interested in putting in an application to help teach classes or to work in the babysitting room.

So I did! One of the girls just put in her notice today for Saturday mornings, which would be just perfect for me. Weekdays are rough because Katrina needs picked up from school at 11:45. But if this works out, I would get to bring one or both of the kids with me as needed, get a significant reduction on our Y membership and get some money to take home. So fingers crossed. Since my employment options are limited by jobs that will let me bring a one-year-old along, it's this or nothing.