Well......I'm back!
After a long hiatus, I am back on my blog. I have been very busy editing my manuscript and query letter and researching the literary agents that I am sending my letters to. My morning has been so crappy, I thought it was the perfect time to get back to blogging and share what happened to me.
So, my husband has been nagging me to go to the eye doctor for years. Being that I can no longer read the guide on the T.V. and seeing as how the lines on the road look like they are shaking when I drive at night, I finally made an appointment for this morning. Last Thursday, I texted our usual sitter and asked her if she could watch the kids today at 10. She said that she would love so I thought that was the end of it! Apparently, she was looking for an exact confirmation because 10:15 rolled around and the sitter still hadn't arrived! I knew that I was no going to be late so I began to text her, asking her where she was and there was no response. By 10:22, I threw the kids in the car and drove like a bat out of hell to the doctor's office. I knew that they were going to charge me if I didn't show up so I didn't think I had any other choice.
I fly into the parking space, jump out of the car, and frantically begin to set the stroller up and put Trent in it. I pull the shoulder straps over his boney shoulders and insert the first of the two latch do-dads into the locking mechanism. I had to bite my tongue when I pinched the pad of my right pointer finger in the latch when I was pushing it closed. Getting more annoyed by the second, I push the other side of the latch closed and do the same freaking thing with my left pointer finger! I throw Jagger in the Baby Bjorn and practically ran into the office and immediately began to apologize for my tardiness. The receptionist attempted to tell me that I was going to have to reschedule but apparently, she felt bad for me and let me stay! Luckily, Trent was pretty good throughout my appointment. He cried for me when the doctor was doing the exam but he didn't have a single meltdown which I was so grateful for! During my appointment, the sitter did text me back, saying that she wasn't sure if I needed her or not. So, at least, she did eventually respond!
As I was picking out a pair of glasses, I kept getting a whiff of something nasty. I kept putting the babies butt up to my nose but it didn't smell at all. I looked at the old man sitting next to me, and silently blamed him for the disgusting smell. After I picked out my glasses, we had to wait another 20 minutes for my eyes to dilate and surprisingly, Trent was great the entire time! Not a single peep. I was amazed! It was Jagger who never makes a peep who was fussy during my appointment. He actually cried and squirmed quite a bit. Apparently, it is too much to ask that both boys be good at the same time :)
After an hour and forty minutes, we were headed home and I was praising Trent and his fabulous behavior! When I was taking Trent out of his carseat, I smelled that poopy smell again and then I felt it, wetness on my arm. I turned Trent around and saw it....he shit his pants. Like poop-soup, diarrhea, smell like death, shit his pants.
That poor hit must have crapped his pants at least 45 minutes before and he didn't tell me. So, after we got home, I had to not only clean his carseat, but also give him a bath because when I was taking his underwear off of him, poo just got every where...all over the back of his legs, his feet...all over the flipping place. Now, no matter how many times I wash my hands, I still smell the poop! To top if off, my eyes are all weird from those eye drops that make you dilate and the brightness in my house is killing me!
Let's just say that I really hope the rest of the day goes a bit smoother!
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