Yeah, I know, really late
today. My daughter’s graduation party is on the 23rd and the
invitations haven’t gone out yet. I hadn’t even finished making them. Anyway, I
finished and sent the jpeg to get printed. I’ll be picking them up in an hour,
then I have to hand address them because my printer is out of one of the color
cartridges and of course Staples has stopped selling them at the store. UGH! If
everyone was on computer, I would have just sent e-vites and been done.
As usual, I’m running
around with my hair on fire, so today’s blog will be short & sweet and
tomorrow’s challenge will be a photo.
Yesterday’s challenge was:
I feel like I’m forgetting something…
We have to be at the doctors in half an hour for
the baby’s two week check-up. The doctor’s office is twenty minutes away on a
good day, and of course, it’s snowing. Wouldn’t you know, the snow started just
as I realized I was going to be late if I didn’t get the kids ready. I corral
the four year old, get him in his snowsuit, get the baby bundled up and in her
car seat. I run out to the car and start it so it will warm up.
I come back in and, “Mommy, I have to go potty!”
Seriously? He couldn’t have told me that before I
got him bundled up like the abominable snowman? I don’t have time for this!
I get him undressed and shoe him off to the
bathroom while I make sure I have the nine million things a baby and a toddler
need crammed into the diaper bag.
“Let’s go Honey, we’re going to be late.”
“I don’t wanna go.”
“We have to go. Sissy has to see the doctor.”
“Is she sick?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because she’s two weeks old.”
“But why?”
“Every baby has to go at two weeks.”
“But why?”
“They need to make sure she is growing big and
strong and she need to get a shot.”
What was I thinking? I said the “S” word and now I
have a blubbering four year old refusing to get off the potty. I don’t have
time for this!
“Why are you crying?”
“Shh..sshh..SHOT!!”
“You’re not getting a shot.”
“They hurt!”
“YOU ARE NOT GETTING A SHOT, so please stop crying
and let’s go.”
“But Sissy’s getting a shot and it will hurt her
and she’s little.” More tears.
Ran out of time, but I will give you the quick
summary of this actual event. I finally get my son out of the bathroom and
dressed. I grab his hand and my keys and my purse and the diaper bag, lock the
door, throw all the stuff into the car, get my son locked in his car seat, get
to the end of our driveway when I realize my two week old daughter is still
sitting in her car seat in the middle of the hall in the house. I knew I was
forgetting something! In my defense, there aren’t too many mommy brain cells two
weeks postpartum, and now at eighteen, graduating high school and heading off
to college, I do not think being abandoned for three minutes when she was two
weeks old has scarred her in the least.
Your Next Challenge is:
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right
or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is
allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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