Fast forward to 10:00. I took my 3 year old to the doctor for his pre-op physical (he's having his tonsils & adenoids taken out and a second set of tubes put in his ears in a couple weeks.) Let me tell ya, I could write an entire book on doctor's visits alone! I hate sitting there in the waiting room to see the doctor. It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Jerry tries to rent a car. The rental place has his reservation, but doesn't have a car for him. He says, "You know how to TAKE a reservation, but you don't know how to HOLD the reservation and really, the HOLDING of the reservation is the most important part of the reservation." Well, they know how to MAKE appointments, but they don't know how to KEEP appointments. I think from now on, when they tell me my appointment is at 10:00, I'll just show up at 11:30 and save myself the aggravation.
Anyway, I'll just give you the highlights, because I seriously could fill an entire chapter with the details of the doctor's office. My 3 year old was actually, shockingly, really good. He only stood up and tried to launch himself off the examining table and onto my back three times and he only crawled under the table to drum on the metal surfaces twice. The baby, on the other hand, threw herself down on the floor and had an all out temper tantrum. Why, you ask? What could've happened to make her behave like that? What horrible thing did I do to incite such rage? I had the audacity to take my son's "pee cup" away from her so she couldn't drink it. Yes, I know. I'm horrible. I wouldn't let her play with his urine specimen, thus the head banging, anger filled, flailing , screaming, crying entertainment for the entire office.
Ignore the piles of laundry on the bed.
It's nice, even if it only happens at the end of a stressful day, to see the kids playing together. Tupperhat anyone?
Now I have to get some sleep because I'm getting sick. I can feel the tickle in my throat and my head is getting stuffy. It's coming. Unfortunately, I'm on call for the next 20 years and my employer doesn't give me any sick days, so I'd better get some rest.
Oh yeah! I can't even remember what I had for lunch today. You think I can remember what kind of carpeting I got 5 years ago?! This is what it looks like though. It's a brownish, dirt colored berber with multi colored flecks in it. At least I think the flecks were there when I first got it.
Oh yeah again - my kids' names! OK, I've got
That's six, right? Yep, that's all of them. OK, now I'm really going to bed.