What a DAY!
How many posts have I started with that phrase? More than I want to see I have a feeling.
Yesterday I took the Bunny Bee and the Doodle Bop to the allergist and they had a routine blood test. While our pediatrician's office is no longer in the same building, it used to be. Along with the lab. Very convenient. We've been going there since all the boys were born for any necessary work and they are pretty good with the boys.
Last night I started coming down with a cold and by the time I got up this morning I had felt like I'd been run over by a truck. Exhausted, didn't sleep well... ears blocked up. My guess is yet another sinus infection. All I wanted to do was sleep. I happened to be tweeting that I wish my 3 year olds could be trusted to wake me after '2 shows' like I can count on my 5 year old for when I'm really not feeling well. I didn't want to oversleep pre-K pick up and I knew the twins could not be relied on for that.
Just then the phone rang and this woman is nervously telling me that I need to come back in for another round of blood work for the boys because there was 'a mix up' at the lab. All I could even say was 'Are you freaking kidding me? They're 3'. Didn't yell. As mad as I was, I more wanted to cry. HOW was I going to get these boys back to the lab for more blood work. I knew how upset they would be.
Torrential rain. Because of course. Bundled the boys up, didn't even tell them where we were going and we were off. As soon as we got in the building the poor boys were crying and backing up yelling 'No Mommy No!' I felt terrible.
The people at the lab explained it had nothing to do with them, it was the place they sent it out to. Which suddenly made more sense to me because I had watched them put everything away right the day before. They were so good with the boys and let them pick out oodles of stickers for all their tears, while assuring me this has not only not happened before but they were putting extra labels on everything in the hopes it couldn't be mixed up again. (We will see.)
Took my babies to Dunkin Donuts (again) because you know that makes everything better. As upset as they were, you would never even know it anymore. They chatted up two elderly men about light up sneakers and Buzz Lightyear then posed for a photo for Mommy.
It's like they're saying We're tough. We know it. (Pay no attention to our chocolate faces.)
With that I thought the day would be smooth sailing from then on, but after naps we were back at the pediatrician's office because the Bunny Bee was again complaining of stomach pains and crying. Not new over the last month. Also can't find a cause because everything seems fine. Can't help but wonder if this is his way of getting attention as much as I hate to think that. I was a little worried at the dr's today he seemed to be enjoying the drama. At any rate, we're trying out something new and following up in a few weeks.
Now if only they would all go to sleep for me. Bunny Bee is in and out of his room with a million things to say as usual. I would totally like to avoid another doctor tomorrow but I am thinking I'm going to have to go myself. Anything at this point to put an end to the cycle.