My husband has been out-of-town for a week (the second time within a 3 week period) and to say I am feeling sorry for myself is an understatement. I started the week off still sick with bronchitis. Waking up early to drop him at the airport and then tackling the first week of school BY MYSELF! With 2 kids and a toddler. I feel like a I deserve a prize and copious amounts of wine at this stage. One more day Simone…one more day…..and the husband returns….
So as if life wasn’t real enough this week, my toddler was battling a case of the sniffles. We had already finished a whole bottle of age inappropriate over the counter meds, so I figured perhaps I should consult with an expert to medicate him instead. #JudgeAway
Off we go to the pediatrician and he is an hour behind. It’s the funnest thing in the world to take a crabby, snot nosed and super tired toddler to the doctor and sit in his waiting room for an hour with a room full of even sicker kids! YAY! No….no it is not…in case you missed the sarcasm. My child proceeded to:
Try and poke the 2 week old baby sitting next to us. (That baby’s people were outright NOT impressed with my kid)
He was climbing the expensive leather couch (in his shoes) trying to pull at the even more expensive blinds. Multiple times.
He lifted and moved every piece of furniture that he could.
He found the toy box, but only wanted to play with a broken toy that he tried to pry open. Then wanted to cry when he could not destroy it further.
He ran to the back of the reception area and tried to get to the files.
He ran out of sight and only when I heard voices I realised he had opened the doctor’s room door while he had a patient in there. I kid you not.
He then realised doors were all over, so he ran to the kitchen. Ran to the bathroom. Played with the bin in the kitchen. Back to the doctor’s room door.
That’s roughly how I spent the hour waiting for the good doctor. Once we got inside, he opened every drawer and door he could find. Moved furniture…pretty much everything he had practiced in the waiting room. After all that…I am told it’s not the bronchitis I had guessed he had, but a chronic drip causing him to sound as if he had bronchitis. #Relieved but #NotImpressed. The GP would have been a cheaper option. Moving along…..
So I’m in an illegal parking (sanctioned by the security guard) and nervous that I’ll be clamped and judged by the legal moms and tots moms when they see me approach my car. I put Adam into his car seat and he quickly climbs past it to the other side.
I walk around the car to catch him at the other side. He sees me coming and then proceeds to jump to the front of the car. *sigh*
Okay….beg him to come to the back seat. That will work right? *laughs loudly into the air* No, that didn’t work.
I then lunge forward to get him and he quickly retreats to the floor and cowers under the cubbyhole. SERIOUSLY?? He looks at me and laughs.
I then get out the back, go to the front….and I guess you all know what’s coming….. He quickly leaps up and jumps to the back seat.
At this point there’s a mom that arrived after me, she’s buckled in her well-behaved toddler and is now already reversing her car (while giving me a look) and she’s gone. I still do not have this kid in his car seat. The idea did cross my mind to attempt driving with him under the cubbyhole….ha ha.
I am honestly flustered at this stage, but thankfully I manage to grab him and finally strap his ass in. Got him home, medicated him and quickly threw him into the nanny’s arms and I bolted out of the door. The end.
Am I the only one failing at #MomLife every single day? Or is my toddler just on a whole other level? I seem to think it’s a bit of both…..lol.
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