To set the stage I'd like to note that in the last 72 hours I have tried using a Target gift card at Babies R Us, felt my pants falling down as I left a meeting a church and lost a brand new earring down the vent in the floor. It's been a great week!
I had yet another appointment in Nashville this morning so my sidekick aka Sesame aka the one to whom I gave birth aka Annabelle and I packed ourselves and our many bags into the car and left at 8:35. I like to give myself plenty of time to get to Nashville in the morning because I have been stuck in Nashville traffic 12 too many times. I was cruising down the road feeling so smart because I was listening to NPR instead of my usual playlist when we hit traffic at 9:21. I was not phased since I had left home in plenty of time, but when 9:50 rolled around I was still in traffic.
Here's where the going gets rough.
I called the office to say I would be late for my 10 o'clock appointment. I hate being late but when I finally arrived in the waiting room (after driving past the parking garage and banging myself in the leg with the stroller), it was 10:20. The self check in machine wouldn't accept my check-in. Martha the secretary said I had canceled the appointment on May 5th. I had not. I showed her the conformation texts saying I had confirmed on May 2nd. She repeated I canceled it on the 5th. I repeated that I had not. Annabelle started to cry so I moved the stroller and knocked over a trash can. Martha called Antonio over to fix the situation and he too said I received a call and since I didn't answer, they took that to mean I did not want the appointment. I said I received no such call. Furthermore, would I have woken my child up from her morning nap, been in the car for almost two hours and worked my way up to the eight floor because I consider that to be the definition of a good time if I had canceled the appointment? I THINK NOT. I didn't say that part but I was thinking it. Antonio must have realized he was dealing with woman who could cry at any moment because he gave me a new appointment at 10:30. By this time the baby was crying since she likes to be punctual with mealtimes and I was not providing what she wanted. I don't like nursing in public so I asked if I could nurse her in a more private location. This caused a bit of commotion as they're don't normally get a request like this in an office whose main clientele is the 65+ age group. The appointment with the doctor went south quickly.
And that was just the morning.
We went to the park to eat lunch and while there I trip over a bump in the sidewalk and smashed into the stroller. I found us a nice spot to eat and was just getting settled when the sprinkler six feet away suddenly turned on. I found a new spot under a pretty green tree and was starting to eat when I heard a creaking above our heads. It sounded like a dead branch could crash down at any moment but I was too tired to move. We went for a short walk after lunch and things were beginning to look up when two school buses of middle schoolers flooded the sidewalk in front of us. I tried to escape them by taking a detour into a garden to the left but the stroller was too big so I ended up back in the middle of all the kids. They were making such a racket and all the teachers were yelling so loud I thought to myself, "I'm so glad I'm not a teacher." And yet I studied Early Childhood Education. I tried going to the mall after leaving the park but changed my mind on the way there. I had to turn around then turn around again then turn around again because WHY NOT.
The moral of this story? Never leave your house.
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