If someone had told me 5 years ago that I would one day be
sitting in a Pediatrician’s office playing defense, goalie, ridiculous clown, sweating my butt off, ready
to cry I would have laughed and said what kind of sissy do you think I am?! I
mean really, how hard can going to a Dr.’s office with kids really be? Well I’ll
tell you hard, harder than any trip to the gym, or run, or written test, or
Chinese water torture I could ever possibly participate in. In fact television executives I have a new
reality show for you and I can tell you no one is winning this shit.
I swear they stick you in those little rooms and have you
sit there waiting with secret cameras filming every agonizing moment. The
nurses probably all make popcorn and shout to each other come on ladies we’ve
got a fresh one here. Let’s see how long she can hold it together. Today I held it together, if that’s what you
can call it for 42 minutes and 4 seconds.
Our appointment time was 11am. The Dr. came in to see us at exactly
11:42 and 4 seconds and trust me those seconds count. I think my son’s lunch
box may be slightly larger than the room we were in today. I am in a tight
space with a 4 year old and a 2 year old whom I have already undressed down to
his diaper, following the instructions of the nurse.
They were running behind mainly because it was a monsoon
here today and patients were running late pushing back all the appointments. I
can’t even get mad at that because if we are being honest I didn’t show up
until 11:04 so by the time I signed in we were officially late. The trip started with me trying to wrestle
two kids into rain gear, with the oldest demanding on wearing Monster’s Inc.
shorts with Fireman rain boots. Listen who am I to argue this isn’t a damn
fashion show. I start walking each of them to the car under the umbrella when
the two year old decides he’s going to take off and splash in all the puddles.
I wouldn’t have cared if this was light rain but this was literally Cats, Dogs
and possibly Rabbits falling from the sky. I ran after him and my umbrella went
flying so now I look like I just got out of the shower, the one where I forgot
to undress first. Awesome.
We get to the office and a very nice new naive mother
is holding the door open for us with one hand and her baby in that ridiculously
heavy car seat carrier in the other. My kids decide this is a great time to get
into a fight over who will go first. As to not scare this new mommy I tried to
remain calm until finally out of fear that her arm may literally fall out of
the socket I screamed: “Who cares who goes first just go for the love of
GOD!!!!”
We get into the lunch box room and the boys are
instantly arguing over who gets to play with the abacus. I mean really? We have
an abacus at home and I’m pretty sure I need to use the leaf blower to remove
the dust at this point. I break up this
nonsense and move on to the lovely smell of CRAP! I look at my 2 year old and
ask him buddy did you poop? As if at this point it’s even a question. I mean if
he didn’t then there is a horse in the next room. Now I have to change his
diaper on that stupid table with the crinkly paper and he is all squirmy. I get
him changed all while having to listen to my four year old complain how bad it
smells. Cue the sweat. I am starting to lose it people. I am picturing the
nurses laughing so hard at this point and I want some popcorn. I look up to see a sign that says Please take
your dirty diapers with you above a picture of Pepe Le Pew. (Hahahaha I get it
a skunk smells as does this shit how cute!) So now I am in a lunch box with two
kids and a poop diaper. Stop being jealous.
I won’t bore you with the next 20 minutes of screaming,
removing medical tools from their hands, getting them to stop banging on the
windows and all the other fun shenanigans, but I can tell you a good time was
NOT had by all.
After the visit was over I breathed a big sigh of relief
until I realized I still had to leave with the poop diaper. As if this cake
needs any icing there isn’t an outside garbage pail to be found at this place
so you guessed it I had to ride home with two hungry, whiney kids and one stinky
ass diaper. Doctors office 12 Outsmarted
Mommy Zip.
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| Time for a glass of wine! |
