Mother of the Year

So Tuesday we were having a bad day. The night before I worked until midnight as I do 4-5 nights a week. I went to bed around 2 am and was woken up at 2:30 by a child who had wet the bed. I got that child changed and settled into my bed and laid down only to have the other child come in ten minutes later to let me know that they had wet their bed. Around 3:30 I finally got to sleep. I was then woken up at 6:00 by a child demanding popcorn and Dinosaur Train only to find that the child in my bed had had another accident.

Yes it was going to be one of those days! After taking Savannah to her bus stop, we got all ready and took Lincoln to his 3-year-old checkup. He is doing well. 32 lbs and 37 inches tall. Very average. They put us in the exam room and as soon as I walked in I knew that we were going to have a problem. It was painted bright orange with flowers and fairies on the walls. I don't know why anyone thought that was a good color for a small room in which children are going to be expected to sit still. About half an hour later a medical student came in to examine Lincoln. Other than commenting on how much "energy" he had the majority of his exam centered on trying to convince me that he needed the H1N1 vaccine. After I had explained to her exactly why Lincoln is not immunized. I thought this was pretty interesting since they have huge signs all over the waiting room, hallways, and every exam room stating that they have no vaccine. Apparently they do, but they only give it to certain people and Lincoln qualifies since he has a tiny little bit of asthma. Whatever. So she left the room saying that she would talk to Lincoln's doctor and let me know if the doctor wanted to see him. Finally after 90 minutes of chaos in the orange room Lincoln was literally hanging from the doorknob screaming "Out!" and kicking me. So I packed him up, told the receptionist to let the doctor know that Lincoln was not waiting anymore and to call me if she had any questions and left. I scraped the side of my car pretty badly on the way out of their parking garage.

So we headed to Subway for lunch. Lincoln announced that he wanted chips and cookie for lunch. I know he hates sandwiches, I'm not really sure why I thought Subway was a good idea. And I was just way too tired to argue with him, so chips and cookie it was. When we got home he asked for his cookie and I said, "You have to eat your chips if you want your cookie." That's when it hit me. I definitely will not be getting the mother of the year award this year. Seriously, chips and cookie for lunch?

Our day did not get much better from there either.