Long day, yesterday. I worked. Picked up Aidan and Brennan at school. Ran home to drop off the boys to my mother in law and pick up Griffin for a doctor’s appointment. The doctor’s office called twice to ask us to come earlier than our scheduled appointment time of 6:15. So we did. But we got there, and after meeting with the nurse, waited almost an hour in that tiny little examination room. I was a little frustrated and Griffin on the edge of a full out meltdown, when our doctor came running down the hall and apologized for the wait. She inquired about my appointment time and I told her that I was told (twice!) to come early. Her entire face turned bright red and she stormed off to the front of the office. Apparently, the little teenage girl manning the reception desk decided it was too nice a day to stay at work so she took it upon herself to call parents and ask them to come earlier than their appointment times.
There is a special place in hell for this girl. Seriously. I look forward to the day she becomes a mother and has to wait somewhere for what appears to be eternity with a tired, fussy and scared baby that feels like a lead brick after pacing the floor with him in your arms for an hour. I wanted to strangle her with her hair extensions and tie them shut with her enormously large hoop earrings.
And what is up with me, my children, the bad luck with visits to medical professional’s offices and the weird loony people that work at these offices? Do we need to discuss the “mad dentist” again?
Big Sigh. Anyway – Griffin is well and healthy at six months. He is just under 21 pounds and is in the 90% for height and weight.
I returned home just in time to help Chris put the other two boys to bed. Brennan had other ideas though. He found an old pair of sunglasses, put them on upside down, and ran around yelling:
“I am a monstah. Roar! I am a monstah!” After a few more roars, he would stop, take off the sunglasses, look intently at you and ask, “Did I scare you? Did I?” And then off he would go to scare another member of our family.
The boys were all in bed by 8 pm and I had to start making a few million muffins as a favor to a family member. I finally finished up at 9:30 pm. And then my bestest friend Diane called from Oregon to say she is being induced tomorrow with her third baby, a little girl. We all just can’t wait to meet their newest little one. So many babies lately. (Have you seen gorgeous Miles?) It makes me feel like my baby is all grown up at six months.
Speaking of all grown up, Aidan’s preschool graduation is next week. I am taking it as a bad sign that I can not even READ the graduation announcement on his bulletin board at school without tears welling up in my eyes. This could be bad. Very, very bad. Can I be sedated for a preschool graduation?
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