One of those days

Have you ever had "one of those days" where the whole world seems to be in your way? We'll today is my day. Note: this should really read "the last day and a half is my day"

It started Wednesday afternoon when my daughter Sam refused to take a nap. This would not be a huge deal except that our afternoon was going to be crazy busy and I knew that a nap-less child would be a MAJOR problem. After struggling with her for almost 30 minutes i gave up and proceeded with my day.

I loaded the kids in the car and took off for Lanie's 2:30 Doctor appointment at Children's Hospital. Wouldn't you know it that the minute we pulled into the parking lot Sam fell asleep. After loading the girls (one fast asleep) into the BOB, I proceeded to navigate my way through Children's to our appointment. Side note: our BOB is a great stroller for Stroller Strides and running, not so great to maneuver in a Hospital full of sick kids and narrow hallways.

Upon checking into the appointment I was notified that the Doctor would be "running a little behind schedule". Normally this would be a problem, but I have a sleeping child with me that I would rather not wake up, so let the waiting begin. Looking back I will regret that thought.

Sam slept for about 10 minutes in the waiting area due to the noise level. The fact that there was a MCDONALD'S in the adjacent hallway didn't help either. Yep, you read that correctly a MCDONALD'S! In a HOSPITAL! Aren't we concerned about childhood obesity?

After wrangling a 11 month old and a 23 month old for almost 2 hours it was finally our turn to be seen. I took Lanie and Sam into the exam room and was told by the RN the "she's on the surgical list. We'll call you sometime in the late summer/early fall when her turn comes up, so we'll see you then." That was it, our appointment was over! We waited over 2 hours for that? I sacrificed a toddler's nap for that? You've got to be kidding me.

Off we went into the afternoon rush hour traffic of the 805. Our normal 20 minute commute turned into a ordeal. Two crying kids, one crazy traffic accident and a mom on the verge is not a good way to spend 50 minutes in a car.

We got home just in time to catch the tail end of the evening news (one of my few vices). I quickly began dinner and got the girls into the bath. As I was getting the girls into their jammies that I got the call that Andy, my husband, had spent his afternoon at Sharp Hospital's ER due to vomiting and would be coming home later that night (he still had to return to work to talk to the Academy Coordinator about his status).

Finally my day was coming to an end. The girls were engrossed in a Laure Berkner Video, Andy was home (finally) and my hopes of a few hours of paperwork time were looking good. Andy put the girls to bed and all that was squashed. If you've ever seen a toddler at the end of a nap-less day, you know what I mean by that statement. Normal people who are tired go to sleep. Not toddlers. When a toddler is tired they rebel. Sleep becomes the enemy. All the tricks in the world would not get our two girls to bed last night (and believe me, we tried). Finally we had to just do it. Put the girls into their beds and shut the door. This use to work well, ya know the tuf love out of sight out of mind method. Just one problem with this theory. Sam is in a "big girl bed" now and can get out.

Two hours and at least two rescue missions to get Sam out of Lanie's bed later (Lanie really doesn't like it when Sam comes to visit), we finally got to bed. Hopes of getting work done dashed.

The good news is that eventually the girls went to sleep, Lanie is on the list for surgery, Andy is feeling better and I didn't kill anyone in all that mess.