Monday, October 26, 2009

Super Mom

Now, all you women out there who are already real mamas who take care of your kids all day everyday...boo on you. I'm very proud of you, blah blah blah, but that's not my life. That's not what I signed up for, that's not what I married Prince Charming for, and that's certainly not why I had three kids in four years for. If I hadn't married Nick, I never would have done this. I probably wouldn't have had kids at all. So stop saying that I'm 'lucky' or that I 'don't live in the real world' or that I have 'no idea what being a normal mom is like.' No, I don't! THAT'S WHY I MARRIED THE MAN THAT I MARRIED!!! DUH!

Anyway, all that to say, today I took all three kids to the doctor for the big kids' school physicals. I can literally count on one hand (actually, three fingers) the number of times I've taken all three kids anywhere by myself. We're homebodies, and that's the way I like it. I don't want to run around all day every day for different play dates and story times and shopping and this and that and the other. Gag me! My kids are big nappers, and we like being at home. So that's where we hang out.

BUT, they needed their physicals to stay in preschool, and even I'm not stupid enough to risk no preschool, so into the van the four of us went, along with a diaper bag, a Vera Bradley tote for my paperwork, wallet, phone, and the DVD player, and a bag for each of the big kids filled with toys, notebooks, and snacks. Phew! I'm exhausted already! We went to the library first because we had about forty five minutes of dead time between preschool and the appt, and that was so fun! They have all kinds of toys and stuff, and all three of them played while I read a Redbook. Not too shabby!

The appt went smoothly, Ava weighs 32lbs and is 38 inches tall, and poor Scott is 31lbs and 34 inches tall. I'm not saying that he's built like his Daddy...but someone else might say that. Just not me :) She wouldn't let Ava get her four year shots because she won't be four until tomorrow (same thing happened at twelve months, and they assured me then that twelve months was the only time where it was that specific) but Scott needed a shot that we skipped sometime in Norfolk and the flumist. He did AMAZING, he let the HN shoot that crap right up his nose (he punches Nick in the face when Nick tries to irrigate with a saline spray) and he only cried for a little bit with the shot.

THEN I had to wait at the pharmacy! And everyone was fine! We all survived, no one cried, we didn't use any of the toys I packed, and I didn't pull out Dora until we were settled at the pharmacy because I knew it was going to be a while.

On a not as great note, the baby ate my Blackberry and now the keyboard is on the fritz. All the letters are keying in wrong, the delete and enter keys aren't working at all, and it is currently frozen in stanby and on the messenger screen. Not too sure what I'm gonna do about that, but ya'll- I'm on that thing ALL DAY LONG! And we don't have a house phone, so what if I have an emergency? Sheesh. All right. Birthday party pics are coming later.

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