Pool Fail

My mom once told me she was astounded at how many of my blog posts have to do with poop. I'd hate to go and mix things up now, so here's another one :)

We're in Birmingham today. John was told last Friday that he was needed in Birmingham this week. We decided the kids and I would tag along. Our hotel here has an indoor pool. Super. Or so I thought. After Malachi's nap today I thought we'd go down to the pool a bit before lunch. Commence 20-minute dash to get everyone pool-worthy and all the floaties blown up and handed out. Down 8 floors to the pool. Everyone in and happy. Not 5 minutes later, Jaina poops for the third time today. I think she has a bit of a bug. Thankfully, she was wearing a swim diaper and was not in the water at that time. As I was changing her, Libby informed me that she had to poop. I told her that if we had to come back up to the room for her to go to the bathroom, we weren't coming back to the pool. Her response "nevermind, I don't have to poop anymore". But then Jaina refused to put her lifejacket back on and threw a royal tantrum, so I decided it was time to head back up anyway (all this time Malachi was chillin in his floatie in the hot tub. Cute!). So as I'm trying to get everyone dry and floaties deflated and packed away, Libby kept getting back in the water, over and over and over again. I finally got everyone dry and out the door. 8 floors back up to the room, everyone crying (except me), and lots of wet stuff. So not worth it.