Mission: Accomplished

So, this morning I decided to tell my hubby that he should go to work and that I'd take the girls by myself to Gigi's (Hayden's nickname for Genevieve) one month check-up. I knew this was a suicide mission, but I also know that our mortgage is due with this coming paycheck, and it's been ridiculously slow at hubby's work due to weather. That said, I was willing to sacrifice my sanity in order to well...save my sanity.
I set my alarm for 7am, hoping that I would beat everyone else to the punch. Surprisingly, the little ones actually cooperated and allowed me to get up and brush my teeth, have a cup of coffee, get laundry started AND set them all up for the morning trip! I actually had to wake up BOTH of them!
After waking them, I had to get them both dressed, diapers changed and fed...Parents, you know the drill. So, I gave Hayden her milk and some cereal while I fed G. I knew I'd be cutting it close at this point, since it was 8am, and we needed to be on the road by 8:30...So while feeding G, she decided it would be a good time for a blow-out...and I am NOT talking about a hairstyle here, people. She finished up eating, and I had 5 minutes to get them both loaded up and be backing out of the drive. Keep in mind that I now had to change G's outfit (2nd time this morning) AND her diaper AGAIN. It was 8:30 at this point. As soon as I got her loaded up into the truck, she puked...EVERYWHERE. And we were already running late. Thank goodness I had thrown their laundry in the dryer this morning, so I was able to run in and grab a sleeper out of the dryer and throw it into the diaper bag...I had to leave her covered in puke for the ride or we'd lose our appointment, be charged a fee AND need to reschedule...grrr.
So, I backed out of the drive at 8:40 in the biggest rush ever. Did anyone think to plow our neighborhood since we last got snow? Apparently. NOT. So I fishtailed my way out of our cul de sac and decided it was probably best if I slowed my roll until I got out of our subdivision...FINALLY, we were on the road. And as we got on the road, I looked down...and BAM. Gas light. Seriously?!
So I decided to ignore the gas light and just get to the appointment. We walked in at 9:02, which I consider a monumental victory. When we got into the exam room, the nurse asked me to get G out and get her undressed (which I needed to do ANYWAY), and as I was trying to undo the harness, I busted a nail, my thumb. My right thumb, which I desperately need for both typing AND texting. Do I have nail clippers with me? Of course not! Well, while the nurse was asking me all the stupid questions the ped always asks (do you have working smoke detectors in your home? Where does baby sleep? etc.), I used some wipes to clean up the carseat, which was completely doused in my kid's upchuck. I really had no idea how bad it was until I took her out of the seat...ahh well, shit happens I guess...and so does puke.
The appointment went fairly well, and then when it came time to pack everyone back up, Hayden decided to make a run for it. It's a crying shame when they get to the point where they can open doors without assistance, isn't it? I mean, and whose bright idea was it to put the easiest handles EVER on the doors at the PEDIATRICIAN'S office anyway? A lever handle? REALLY?

At any rate, G was only half buckled when I had to sprint down the hallway and into the breakroom to retrieve my toddler. After doing so, I had to very quickly finish buckling G into her seat and then ended up carrying BOTH of them out to the car...Yes, you read that right. I had my 26 lb toddler in one arm, and my 11 lb infant in an infant seat on the other. I opened the door to the outside with my FOOT...I guess the lever handle came in handy (or more like "footy") after all.
So, overall, I'd say I did pretty well. I mean, I made it to the appointment on time-ish, alive, with both kids AND I made it back home alive with both kids. It's always an adventure though, ya know?
Til next time...