I can remember hearing parents say: “It takes us two hours to get out the door!”, and thinking, really? Why? I mean, I understand the busy mom thing, but how hard could it be to throw your kid’s junk in a diaper bag, put a coat on him or her, and be on the road? Now that I have Evan, I can totally understand. In fact, I’m guessing that it takes me even longer than most to get rolling. Make it a day when Evan is supposed to be at the doctor, or an otherwise important appointment, and things are even more complicated.
I have been borderline late for every single doctor’s appointment that Evan has had. Two weeks ago, he was supposed to have his 6-month shots. We were staying at my mom’s house due to a power outage and poor road conditions in our area, and the night before his appointment I warned my mom that I am notoriously late for his doctor visits, and that we needed to be out the door at least 40 minutes prior to the scheduled time. Well, my dad had just installed a new “big boy” car seat for Evan in their car, and I stupidly did not do a test run with the seat before we tried to leave. Of course, it didn’t fit him right, and required the whole seat to be pulled apart and adjusted–something I had no idea how to do. I was certain that we wouldn’t be able to get it fixed in time for his appointment, so I called to see if they could work me in later. The receptionist snapped: “He won’t be able to get in for another month.” What? A MONTH?
Needless to say, I did my best to speed read the manual for the car seat, and was able to get it adjusted with just enough time to make it.
This is just one crazy thing that has caused me to ALMOST be late for his doctor’s appointments. I have another appointment tomorrow, and I am starting to feel anxious already!
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