All dressed down and no where to go, except the hospital
So, today started out great. By 10 am I had run, eaten breakfast, made the bed, tidied the house, pumped, and put Amy down for a nap. The plan was to let her nap, feed her, and then go food (and maybe clothe) shopping. She woke up around 10:15, was fed, burped, diapered, and placed in her car seat. I scrambled around the house collecting cell phone, keys, diaper bag, pacifier, water bottle (I'm thirsty all the time) and car-time CDs (story CDs I'm trying to get Amy to associate with car rides). Having gotten all the accouterments that go with baby, I turned some attention to my attire: white skirt, green shirt, and just washed hair. "Hmmm," I thought, "Since I'm just going to the market I think I'm going to forge actually fixing my still-drying hair. I'll just wear sunglasses and hope no one recognizes me." Famous last thought.... Diaper bag in one hand and car seat in the other and black flip-flops on my feet I bumbled out the door. On the way, I locked the handle lock. It's so much easier than putting everything down and trying to lock the dead bolt. I rattled the handle to make sure it locked and headed to the car. As I neared the car, I reached into my diaper bag for the keys. Initial finger inspection didn't yield my keys. I didn't panic, I have the bad habit of throwing them into the diaper bag--thus they end up in a different location almost every time. I set the baby down, and took a good look in every pocket, no keys. I then took everything out of the diaper bag, still no keys. Suddenly, it hit me, I'd locked myself out of the house!
The temperature is 85+degrees and climbing (high of 98), I have no water (apparently my water bottle must be where the keys are hiding), I have no stroller (it is locked in the car). I DO HAVE a 14 pound baby in her 10 pound car seat, a 15 pound diaper bag, cell phone, and flip-flops. What to do. PANIC, FREAK OUT, SCREAM, CRY. Oh wait, that won't help anything.
I page Eric (who ALWAYS knows where his keys are and has NEVER locked himself out of car or house, very irritating right now). Thankfully, he calls back right away.
Eric: "hey, what do you need"
Me: "Well, I have a problem"
Eric: "What"
Me: "Well...I don't know what happened but I just locked myself out of the house"
Eric: "I bet you locked the bottom lock instead of the dead bolt"
Me: "Yeah"
Eric: "You should never do that"
Me: "You're telling me that a little too late"
Eric: "I've told you this before..."
Me: "Well, it won't get me back into the house"
Eric: "I guess you'll have to come pick up my keys, promise you'll try not to lose these keys"
Me: "I never 'try to lose keys'"
Eric: "Humph, I'll leave them at the OR front desk"
Fabulous, now I have to transport myself, 14 pound Amy, and 14 pound diaper bag to the OR front desk (0.35 mile away to be exact). I hide the car seat and think about hiding the diaper bag but decide against it. If someone steals the car seat I guess I don't care, but the diaper bag has my wallet. In my flip-flops, we start our trek toward the hospital.
Wow, it is hot. I desperately try to think of things to be thankful for while we trudge along (I have a house to lock myself out of, I have a daughter, I have a husband who is willing to help me out, I have two legs to walk). I didn't realize how heavy Amy could be. I kept having to switch arms. By the time I made it to Stockton Blvd (road in front of hospital) my hair was dry and frizzed everywhere, the baby had spit up all over herself, and my flip-flops where feeling awfully uncomfortable. I HAD to sit down. I sort of collapsed in the hospital waiting area. Amy Ann immediately started cooing, laughing, and smiling to all the people walking by. This attracts a crowd of friendly onlookers (thankfully no one I knew). One nice granny took a special liking to Amy, she started playing with Amy's feet. Amy responded with squeals, laughs, and then a few grunts. I didn't like those grunts, they indicated happenings I wasn't prepared to deal with.
Having recovered somewhat, I managed to sneak past security without an ID and make it up to the second floor OR front desk.
Ohhh, it's Dr. Nelson's wife and baby! The OR clerk cooed. Instantly I had a crowd of nurses and residents oohing and awing over Amy. Why is it when I am the least prepared I manage to meet the most people. Life is just not fair. Amy loved it, she smiled and laughed and performed marvelously. I managed to make a graceful disappearance after obtaining the keys. Hopefully Amy detracted sufficiently from my lack of tasteful attire.
The walk home took a little less time. I'd kind of figured out the best way to hold her and the diaper bag in the least energy requiring position. Still, it took a good 15 minutes of walking... The entire trip cost me over an hour of time.
We walked in the door just as Amy completed the stool blow-out she'd started working on while flirting with everyone. My keys and water bottle were sitting on the counter-top, next to the sink. All plans about a quick trip to the store had vanished. I cleaned the baby up, put her down for ANOTHER nap, and collapsed myself.
So much for an efficient day....
So, today started out great. By 10 am I had run, eaten breakfast, made the bed, tidied the house, pumped, and put Amy down for a nap. The plan was to let her nap, feed her, and then go food (and maybe clothe) shopping. She woke up around 10:15, was fed, burped, diapered, and placed in her car seat. I scrambled around the house collecting cell phone, keys, diaper bag, pacifier, water bottle (I'm thirsty all the time) and car-time CDs (story CDs I'm trying to get Amy to associate with car rides). Having gotten all the accouterments that go with baby, I turned some attention to my attire: white skirt, green shirt, and just washed hair. "Hmmm," I thought, "Since I'm just going to the market I think I'm going to forge actually fixing my still-drying hair. I'll just wear sunglasses and hope no one recognizes me." Famous last thought.... Diaper bag in one hand and car seat in the other and black flip-flops on my feet I bumbled out the door. On the way, I locked the handle lock. It's so much easier than putting everything down and trying to lock the dead bolt. I rattled the handle to make sure it locked and headed to the car. As I neared the car, I reached into my diaper bag for the keys. Initial finger inspection didn't yield my keys. I didn't panic, I have the bad habit of throwing them into the diaper bag--thus they end up in a different location almost every time. I set the baby down, and took a good look in every pocket, no keys. I then took everything out of the diaper bag, still no keys. Suddenly, it hit me, I'd locked myself out of the house!
The temperature is 85+degrees and climbing (high of 98), I have no water (apparently my water bottle must be where the keys are hiding), I have no stroller (it is locked in the car). I DO HAVE a 14 pound baby in her 10 pound car seat, a 15 pound diaper bag, cell phone, and flip-flops. What to do. PANIC, FREAK OUT, SCREAM, CRY. Oh wait, that won't help anything.
I page Eric (who ALWAYS knows where his keys are and has NEVER locked himself out of car or house, very irritating right now). Thankfully, he calls back right away.
Eric: "hey, what do you need"
Me: "Well, I have a problem"
Eric: "What"
Me: "Well...I don't know what happened but I just locked myself out of the house"
Eric: "I bet you locked the bottom lock instead of the dead bolt"
Me: "Yeah"
Eric: "You should never do that"
Me: "You're telling me that a little too late"
Eric: "I've told you this before..."
Me: "Well, it won't get me back into the house"
Eric: "I guess you'll have to come pick up my keys, promise you'll try not to lose these keys"
Me: "I never 'try to lose keys'"
Eric: "Humph, I'll leave them at the OR front desk"
Fabulous, now I have to transport myself, 14 pound Amy, and 14 pound diaper bag to the OR front desk (0.35 mile away to be exact). I hide the car seat and think about hiding the diaper bag but decide against it. If someone steals the car seat I guess I don't care, but the diaper bag has my wallet. In my flip-flops, we start our trek toward the hospital.
Wow, it is hot. I desperately try to think of things to be thankful for while we trudge along (I have a house to lock myself out of, I have a daughter, I have a husband who is willing to help me out, I have two legs to walk). I didn't realize how heavy Amy could be. I kept having to switch arms. By the time I made it to Stockton Blvd (road in front of hospital) my hair was dry and frizzed everywhere, the baby had spit up all over herself, and my flip-flops where feeling awfully uncomfortable. I HAD to sit down. I sort of collapsed in the hospital waiting area. Amy Ann immediately started cooing, laughing, and smiling to all the people walking by. This attracts a crowd of friendly onlookers (thankfully no one I knew). One nice granny took a special liking to Amy, she started playing with Amy's feet. Amy responded with squeals, laughs, and then a few grunts. I didn't like those grunts, they indicated happenings I wasn't prepared to deal with.
Having recovered somewhat, I managed to sneak past security without an ID and make it up to the second floor OR front desk.
Ohhh, it's Dr. Nelson's wife and baby! The OR clerk cooed. Instantly I had a crowd of nurses and residents oohing and awing over Amy. Why is it when I am the least prepared I manage to meet the most people. Life is just not fair. Amy loved it, she smiled and laughed and performed marvelously. I managed to make a graceful disappearance after obtaining the keys. Hopefully Amy detracted sufficiently from my lack of tasteful attire.
The walk home took a little less time. I'd kind of figured out the best way to hold her and the diaper bag in the least energy requiring position. Still, it took a good 15 minutes of walking... The entire trip cost me over an hour of time.
We walked in the door just as Amy completed the stool blow-out she'd started working on while flirting with everyone. My keys and water bottle were sitting on the counter-top, next to the sink. All plans about a quick trip to the store had vanished. I cleaned the baby up, put her down for ANOTHER nap, and collapsed myself.
So much for an efficient day....
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