Physicals this morning for daddy-o and myself.
Shots included: Tetanus, TB, Hep A, Hep B.
Round one of several: Check.
Blood to be drawn Monday morning after a 12 hour fast for HIV, cholesterol, and whatever else they want to know about us.
Poor Bob. Got called back out last night at 10:00 pm. after working all day yesterday. Made it home at 7:00 am, in just enough time to shower and head back to CS for Dr. appointments. Then, had to go to the bank for some notarizing. Didn't make it back home until lunch time. Needless to say, he's now snuggled in for a long winter's nap.
He was a champ, not complaining once. I don't know how he did it. It was blowing my mind. If it were myself, oy. I would hate to be him having to listen to me.
What he was mostly tired of was me endlessly interrogating him, "aren't you sleepy?! How exactly do you feel right this very minute? And, don't leave any detail out." etc. etc. so on and so forth....
This was followed with further annoyance when I went on to insist that I chauffeur him around in spite of the (tiny, little) fact that my driving leaves much to be desired. The DMV people were dangerously generous with the driver's licences the day they issued me one. Shhhhhh.
He couldn't help nodding off on the way home. Watching him sleep was thoroughly entertaining while he unwittingly did a super funny Bobble Head Bob Doll impression. I did feel pretty bad for the guy. Even fear for his life with mama at the wheel couldn't keep him awake. Looking over at him was making my driving even worse. Let's just say we're all breathing a sigh of relief to be home.
This is how I was after getting my shots. Probably without the snow hat. Or the backpack. And, I don't think I had on an Iron Man shirt, but you get the idea.
Kidding. Only kidding. I was crying though. Secretly. On the inside.J & O made a nice little ride for themselves a couple afternoons ago.
Box car kids. That apparently like wearing winter hats. Indoors.
J showing her *tired* old daddy some love.
The friendly one who has recently found his round-the-clock smile again since he learned to S P E A K. Oh happy day. I can rarely even understand him. Nonetheless, his constant chatter trying to communicate with us seems to have cured (most of)his angst.
Last but not least, the baby doll who has me wrapped so tightly around her little finger I am like putty in her hands.
I've never minded anything less.
I promise not to return until Monday. For real this time. Hope you have a wonderful weekend!
2 comments:
I can hardly appreciate the kid's box creation because I can't get this out of my mind... "That's one heck of a lot of paper towels!!". :)
Oh Sandy-I KNOW! Yikes.
We bought that box over a year ago and they are made with a min of 80% post-consumer recycled paper. I'm telling you this because I feel like such a green offender.
And, we still have several rolls left. I try to use washcloths as much as possible rather than paper towels. Unfortunately-every so often, only a towel will do :(
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