Thank you all so much for all the kind words about Tuesday's incident. I am thankful for the happy ending, and hope my warning helps someone else.
On a lighter note, I must confess that I felt a little relief at the afternoon rain today, as I am feeling a little trepidation about going back to the pool. First year of law school, I was known as That Rosh Hashanah Girl for some time, due to a professor's displeasure at my lack of awareness of the high holy day's date. It was a very public shaming, and for some time afterwards, people knew me as That Rosh Hashanah Girl. Not my favorite moniker.
I don't particularly want to be known as That Lady Who Locked Her Baby in the Car and Had to Call 911 either. I confessed my embarrassment to a friend today. She immediately replied,
"Hey, at least your kid didn't poop in the pool!"
We both shuddered. Getting the pool shut down because your toddler poops in it? Well, kids don't mess around. They will find you if you mess with their pool activity. Some of those middle schoolers are the same size as me, and far more ingenious with a lot more time on their hands.
So, I will return to the pool tomorrow with my held head high (and windows rolled down). After all, I'd much rather be That Lady Who Locked Her Baby in the Car and Had to Call 911 than That Lady Who's Baby Pooped in the Pool.