Sorry, this is going to be long...
Last month I took Anna in for a check on her ears she was extra cranky and I could tell she just wasn't herself. On the drive over Holman yells "Anna has poop everywhere!" Sure enough I look back and she has a monster blowout, I mean epic. I get to the doctors office and I realize this is not going to be a quick wipe down in the car. She has it up down and all around the car seat. I carry the car seat in with the shade pulled over so the poor patients in the waiting room won't barf upon seeing her. I sign in and explain my situation, DEFCON 5, to the receptionist asking her if she can give me a trash bag so I can bag up whatever isn't nailed down. She gives me a total dead pan....crickets chirping, leaves rustling in the wind. You would've thought I walked into a bank asking for a plastic bag for a blown out diaper, this is a pediatrician's office!! I then looked at the woman and said a trash bag would work, "oh we don't have trash bags." What the What! I then said do you have a paper bag? Nothing. I stare at her and she says, "I will ask the nurse and see what she can do." Wow don't go to Egypt for me or anything. I take Anna into the bathroom strip her down and proceed to make a monster pile of wipes and paper towels, then I get realistic and literally bathe her in the sink, while she is screaming her head off and
Parkin is going to the bathroom. He finishes and walks to the door to leave, I yell, "don't you open that door son!" I had water splashed all over my pants. When I finally left the bathroom I scooted all the wipes and paper towels out so the poor bathroom wouldn't reek. Fifteen minutes later I finally decide to throw it all in the trash there is no plastic bag coming. Poor waiting room trash can, it's a bout to get a whole lot of ugly in there. They call Anna's name and in passing the secretary says oh yeah did anyone help you? I don't think i could even answer her....Can you imagine if I didn't have a diaper?! The
pediatricians office would look at me and ask "you need what, a diaper? what kind of thing is that?!" What a trip, at least she had a double ear infection so my 20 bucks and poop extravaganza wasn't for nothing. Children are at the bottom of the totem pole.
I had a doctors appointment recently. I was seen an hour and a half after my appointment time. Which wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to worry about putting a babysitter out. I frankly enjoy the time to sit and read a magazine. I couldn't help but notice how well the bathroom was stocked. They had a changing table, wipes, PLASTIC BAGS, 4 different size diapers, tampons of every variety, nail filer, air freshener, there probably were mints too. My time means nothing but at least they have nice amenities. Women are in the middle of the totem.
When Benjamin and I took Luke in for the first visit after his accident. We were greeted by the receptionist who said she had heard such nice things about him. He is a dog. Then as we are waiting in the waiting room, the ER doctor who treated him when we brought him in on Saturday, came out to see how Luke was, she said she was not the doctor who would be seeing hem today but she saw his name on the roster and wanted to personally see how he was doing. Then the nurse comes out to take is weight and she said that she requested to be his nurse because she just loves
Cockerspaniels. The doctor comes in talks with us takes his time explaining his condition and gives us the medication right there that we will need to care for Luke. Yes folks at least according to my experiences as of late, mans best friend is at the top of the totem. Or is it because he is male....
Holman turned 6 on December 1st. He wanted a Knight party. I made a picture of a knight to pin the sword on, we even found a dragon pinata. He invited his class, his cousins, and some of his play date buddies, we had a full "castle." Unfortunately my camera died right before the party, my mom luckily had her camera so the party is documented. Parents sure gave some nice gifts, I have decided that I must be extremely cheap for birthday party gifts. Holman has a play date once a week with a friend from another ward and school, they still keep in touch because I really like his mother. Anyways my friend took her son shopping for Holman's gift, she explained how much he was allowed to spend, and with much enthusiasm he told his mother to buy Holman sausages. He insisted that Holman would love it. Sure enough when it came time for Holman to open his gift he was way excited. He rationed them out to last a couple of lunch and breakfast times. Who knew. They must have had a serious heart to heart about their love of processed meat.
