Thing 2 had been complaining of an ear ache for the past week, because OF COURSE HE HAD. We just shelled out ALL THE DOLLARS in November to meet our insurance deductible, with a little trip to the hospital called LET’S PUT ANOTHER SET OF TUBES IN THOSE EARS, so why wouldn’t he complain of ear pain after we had flipped the calendar over to January?
New year. New resolutions. New insurance deductible.
His appointment this morning was for 7:30, which might seem daunting to some, but listen: Hubs and I have reached a point in our parenting career where 7:30 in the morning feels like we should be, at the very least, preparing for a nice brunch, and, at the very most, microwaving some hot dogs for lunch.
7:30 AM appointments do not scare us, because 7:30 AM is not early. By then, we’ve showered, completely caffeinated ourselves, and been through the horrors of making a bowl of oatmeal for the preschooler’s breakfast, only to have him look at it and announce, “I just want toast with cinnamon on it, instead.”
I woke up at 4:45 this morning, saw the time, and thought, “I should just get up and shower.”
And then, apparently, I dozed off, because the next time I looked at the clock, it was 5:04, and I figured that I really SHOULD get up then, because I have some pride, which includes showering before I take my child to doctors’ offices.
And then suddenly, it was 6:10, and WHOA, NELLY! Look who fell back asleep, and now look who’s going to have to run like it’s a Presidential Fitness Test in 6th Grade PE to come out looking like a winner, complete with mascara and shoes?
And also… GUESS WHO SLEPT IN UNTIL 6:35 THIS MORNING??! Yes. That would be the preschooler. Clearly, he caught wind that we had an appointment at 7:30, so he decided to just go ahead and sleep, while his mother needed to be up, using the hairdryer and the bottle of perfume. Don’t worry. He’ll more than make up for it this weekend, when he gets up at 5:20, because we don’t have to be anywhere.
I’m happy to report that we made it to the doctor’s office at 7:33.
I was late.
And it was every bit my fault, because I take Thing 2 to preschool every morning at 8:15. I leave my house at 8:15, and his class starts at 8:30. I remain strictly on the far edge of our city limits, as the preschool is only a small, downhill coast from our house. The left-hand turn for the road to the preschool is BEFORE Starbucks, so I’m not even distracted by the thought of a grande, no-water, extra-hot, no-whip chai latte, until AFTER I’ve dropped him off.
I haven’t been out in a real car at 7:20 in the morning for AGES, because the boy drives himself to school, and I forgot what the traffic in the city is like.
As in, there were twenty-three cars lined up at a four-way stop, taking turns to get through, and I was all, “HEY! I HAVE SEVEN MINUTES TO MAKE IT TO THE EAR, NOSE AND THROAT DOCTOR’S OFFICE!”
No one listened to me.
Everyone drove like sloths through the four-way stop sign, waving one another on with smiles to JUST GO ON AHEAD, EVEN THOUGH IT’S NOT YOUR TURN, AND WHY DON’T WE JUST LET THE CAR BEHIND YOU GO, TOO, WHILE I SIT HERE AND HOLD UP TRAFFIC ON MY SIDE OF THE STOP SIGN, WITH PEOPLE WHO HAVE APPOINTMENTS, IDLING THEIR ANTIQUE SUBURBANS, BEHIND ME? Normally, I’m all for this behavior, except when I need to work my way through the city in ten minutes flat.
It was with utter shame that I arrived at 7:33 this morning, because all I ever do is drive the carpool lane on the edges of town, at an hour PAST rush hour, and WHAT IS ALL THIS TRAFFIC?!
As it turned out, Thing 2’s ears were declared pink and healthy. The tubes are still exactly where they should be. Our beloved ear, nose and throat doctor announced that she couldn’t even detect a single possibility as to WHY HE WOULD BE COMPLAINING OF EAR PAIN.
And then she told us to discontinue using the prescription ear drops she called in to the pharmacy on Monday, to see us through until today’s appointment. That was nice, seeing as how that tiny bottle was $165.
Is this a safe place to talk about insurance premiums and the cost of prescription medication? Because one hundred and sixty-five clams for a bottle of ear drops that is the size of a hamster’s tea cup? I’m pretty sure that Charles and Caroline Ingalls built their entire cabin, and then bought three good horses, three saddles, a milk cow and a year’s worth of sugar and coffee for $165.
So that’s how we started our day.
The rest of my day was spent wearing my robe and holding my gavel, as I played judge to forty-six hundred cases of tattle-taling, while I taught PE. I don’t know if our barometric pressure has changed, but SWEET MOTHER OF FROSTY THE SNOWMAN! The tattles were running at an all-time high today at our little school.
Thankfully, the game that I had planned for my classes was a smashing success. It was new and fresh, and the kids loved it.
I’m pretty sure that I threw my shoulder straight out of its socket, as I threw balls from one side of the gym to the other, hoping to rescue players who had been tossed out of the game, by giving them something to catch to redeem themselves with.
And all of this stuff together? Well, people, it’s why I’m going to bed at 7:45 tonight, right after I get Thing 2 rocked to sleep.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I would have gone to bed at 7:45 anyway.
It’s how MawMaw rolls.
Y’all have a good Wednesday night.