Thank goodness days end! Yesterday was more than anything I was ready for. The doctors was an exhausting unexpected scream fest. I had no clue what to do with this child that appeared not to be my own!!! He refused to be measured, refused to get his temperature taken, kicked and screamed the whole time. The staffs idea of helping was to blow bubbles at us. Thanks... really bubbles, you see a bulging pregnant woman trying to wrangle a terrified kid, dragging two coats, a clip board, a purse, toys, and a shoes, which they did not offer any help in the removal of, and the only thing this fully staffed office can do is blow bubbles at us...really!!! The whole exam was a flash of bolting my kid to the table, so the doc could maybe see something. And after two peeks, a poke, and a glance I get, brush his teeth everyday, make sure he wears a helmet, and good luck with your kid. Seriously... I could have stayed home. No thanks to any of the staff at Keller Army Hospital my kid really is well behaved, and listens quite well when not influenced by other kids. If they had offered help and perhaps slowed down to kid friendly and pregnant mama pace, they would have gotten better results. So much for bedside manners these days. No child is going to let a stranger swoop down and poke them with unidentifiable objects..none. But thank god that's over!
After that we came home played and recuperated on the couch, watching Oprah and Steve Harvey tell women how delusional they are. And there we stayed until dinner became an issue. I got no laundry done yesterday which only makes today's pile looks like the Rockies with foothills of dirty dishes standing by. But we have gym class today so everything will have to wait one more day! Gym class as fun as it is, is exhausting as well.
So today we will be off to gym class shortly. We will watch our woodpecker eat and peck holes into peoples homes, they are tearing them down anyway. We will eat lunch, nap, and play some more...maybe outside, 44 today, maybe! And we will stare at laundry and dishes (clean, in the dishwasher kind that need to be put up.) I have a million things racing around in my mind and I really need to find some time in there to paint. La-dee- da. Lets go!
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you are a riot - and it sounds like you had a riotous time - 3 is not a good age for the doctor or photographer or clown or much of anything strange! - this too shall pass and then you can go through it again with baby chloe :) - by then big brother can show her how it's done - happy laundrying - xoxoxo, mamatalk
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