To skate or not to skate?..

That was the question of the weekend.

Friday I found out that a new skating session just started and if I want kids to join, they would have their first class on Saturday morning. I asked Larissa and she eagerly said "yes!". Gabe thought for a bit and said "No...", and I didn't even think to ask Jon. I figured, what does he know?..
Later that night Gabe decided that he does want to skate.

Saturday morning Gabe still said "yes", until we got to the skating rink. Suddenly, he bailed out as I was filling out the forms. Not surprised, I turned to Jon and said "do YOU want to skate?".
His eyes lid up and very happily, he announced "Yes!"
So, I paid for two sets of lessons. They are eight weeks long, so it's quite a commitment. We went downstairs, got the skates, put them on and walked out to the skating rink. There was a lot of confusion, as it always is on a first day of session. No one knew where they should go, who their teachers going to be...
At this point, Jon is still really happy, marching around the rubber floors in his brown skates. Suddenly, he has to join his class, with a whole bunch of strangers, all are older kids.
That's where it all changed. Jon decided that, after all, he does NOT want to do this class. He flat out refused to cooperate with the teachers, to talk to them, or even to look at them.
I tried reasoning, and gently placing him on the ice surface, but Jon would do the noodle legs, where they are everywhere but supporting him.
Almost ready to loose it myself, I look for Tim. He is on the other side with Gabe, observing...
I asked the "office people" what my choices are and they suggest I sign up for a parent-kids session instead... for only $40.00 more... grrr... if nothing else, they will credit my account toward future classes.
Oh, well, (expensive) lesson learned...

Sunday I wanted to give Jon another try with skating (no lesson, just us) and, again, he said "yes", then at the last second, he changed his mind and stayed home. Instead I went with Larissa (who really enjoyed her lessons) and Gabe (who will do anything to get out from doing his homework).
I was a little confused at what happened to our Sunday and where the time went, until I realized that we changed the clocks last night, and I was still going by the old time.
We only lasted about 35 minutes total on the ice: changed Gabe's skates to a bigger size once, took a short break, and had to quit, all suffering with sore feet.
My biggest dilemma was on what to do with Larissa's glucose meter case while skating. I didn't want to leave it sitting on the bench and I didn't want to carry it in my hand. I knew though that skating can bring her down really quick. I finally shoved all the needed supplies in my pockets, thank goodness for large pockets!
It was interesting to see that skating does quite a trick on her glucose:
She started quite high ~360 (due to late breakfast and not enough insulin, my fault), I gave her 1.0 units of insulin to bring her numbers down.
An hour later she was 198, had a snack with the insulin to cover, then on the way home (another hour later), she dropped to 47! If only a cure was found...

Also,
Happy International Woman's Day
(March 8th)