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Today: 5  Me: 0

I feel like i'm fighting a losing battle today!  It started last night when Ruby proclaimed that she didn't want to go to the doctor today, because she was afraid of getting a shot.  She woke up this morning and hadn't forgotten.  in fact, this was her first sentence:

"Mamasita, I'm awake!  And I DO NOT want to go to the doctor.  Thane tsu."  (That's the best way I can think of to phonetically describe how she says Thank You.  How I hope she will always say Thank you.  It's so cute.)

Isn't that nice how she used her manners to tell me that I had one heck of a battle ahead of me?

And I do mean one heck of a battle.

I had to battle with her every step of the way...getting her clothes on, getting her to eat breakfast, getting her coat on and putting her in the car.  Carrying her (kicking and screaming) into the dr's office.  I knew she had to get at least one shot today, so I was honest with her.  I didn't want to mislead her.  I'm still fairly certain it was the right decision...but it sure was a lot of work.

Getting her to the doctor's office was nothing compared to actually getting her through the doctor's appointment.  By the way, she's 36.5 inches tall (50%) and 33 lbs. even (75%).  She's got great blood pressure (duh, she's 3), and she's (now) fully up-to-date on her vaccines. She's on-track developmentally, and we're going to start teaching her how to get dressed by herself.  :)  We're also going to start working on drawing shapes and maybe letters.  :)  I think she'll really enjoy that!

Burke's exam went much smoother.  Unfortunately, he had to get three shots, compared to Ruby's two.  I hate, hate, hate watching him get shots.  There's no way to warn or prepare him.  And it just seems so cruel.  On a positive note, he didn't pass out.  ;)  He also had to get some bloodwork, and I'm pretty sure he's going to have a massive bruise on his arm.  The phlebotomist must have gotten confused:  She was supposed to be drawing blood, not digging for gold.

He's 28.5 inches long (below the charts) and 22 lbs. 6 oz. (25%) with a head that's 48.5 inches in circumfrence (75%).  He's a bit lopsided.  LOL!  (Just imagine how short he'd be if he had a normal sized head!  LOL!)  Anyway, he's basically on track developmentally, but he's even further delayed in speech.  (Still no real words.  We've heard a couple of words (we think) a couple of times, but nothing intelligible on a consistent basis.)  He's got a follow-up EEG and neurology appointment next week.  Once those are completed, we'll reschedule his surgery for ear tubes.  Oh yeah...he's got a raging infection in his right ear again.  (Surprised?  Of course not!)  :)

So, once we finished with the doctor's appointments, they were both in quite bad moods.  We had several errands that needed running today.  We stopped by Griffin to get some paperwork from Daddy.  We stopped by the bank to get more paperwork.  We ran by the insurance company to drop off paperwork.  Then?  We headed to the grocery store.  There's a meat sale at Marsh and Payless again.  $1.67 (Marsh) or $1.47 (Payless) per pound of ground beef.  What a steal!  Anyway, I definitely wanted to get some today, before the snow gets any worse.

Oh yeah, the snow.  It is COLD outside.  And wet.  And that's not good if you're wearing flip-flops.  (Because you had to throw out your tennis shoes when they became unbearably stinky and you still haven't replaced them.)

Anyway, I think Marsh got a bad batch of plastic bags.  I've *never* had a bag break from there before, but THREE of my bags broke on the way out to the car today.  AND, while I stopped to pick up one of the bags, an older lady pulled out of her parking spot and ran into our cart.  The cart that the kids were sitting in.  A plastic little car enclosure.  I nearly had a heart attack.  Here I am, in my flip flops, in the cold, wet parking lot, picking up my groceries which have busted out of their bag, and someone tries to run over my babies.  I started screaming and pounding on the woman's trunk.  Thankfully, she wasn't going fast enough to do any damage, but I was a nervous wreck.

Once I got us and the groceries packed into the car, I started crying.  I was so entirely worn out...from everything.

And I wanted a Coke.  And a hamburger.  And french fries.

So I got them.  And I got the kids' lunches, too.

And we came home.  I fed them, unpacked the groceries, and got them down for naps.  And remembered that, while at Marsh, I forgot to pick up Burke's prescription.

Fail.

I contemplated going upstairs to take a nice, warm bath with some hot tea.  Or crawling into bed and going to sleep.

Instead, I started some laundry, divied up the ten pounds of ground beef I had purchased and got them in the freezer, and took out the trash.  The living room and dining room still need to be picked up, and the kitchen could use a bit of attention, as well.  However, in the name of sanity, I'm choosing to sit down, relax, and decompress.  I'll get to work in about half an hour.

How about you?  How's your day going?