|You suffer? Look at what that vile woman did to my hair!|
Faith wasn't too pleased to be woken up early, but she wasn't too cranky about it. Once we almost got home (it's an hour round trip), she was demanding "Snack? Snack? SNACK!" so maybe tomorrow I should bring breakfast with me. We had time for a quick 2 mile run/walk with the dog outside before heading to Target and then a prenatal appointment.
Even though Target is normally a black hole of time, we managed to get out of there early for once, so we had to kill some time at Payless so we wouldn't be too early for my appointment. That little diversion resulted in these:
|Pink SPARKLE Toms ripoffs!|
|If only these came in adult sizes|
Once we got to my doctor's office, I noticed something disturbing: the waiting room was packed. That's usually a sign that the doctor is running behind. Faith was doing absolutely fine in the waiting room, but I knew it wouldn't be too long before she would start to get unhappy (it was almost lunch time).
|Whatever Mommy, this magazine says eating lunch is for fatties anyway|
She is wearing my sunglasses (upside down for some reason) because I had to barter to get my pee cup from her. The lab tech always hands the cup to Faith, which is nice because it makes her happy, but then it's bad because she doesn't want to give it to me. [Side bar: for the non-procreating readers, when you're knocked up, you have to pee in a cup every time you go to the doctor]. I swear she's going to be so confused about potty training because she randomly sees me collect pee in a cup and put in a little window. I can't wait for her to decide to start collecting her own urine at home.
Eventually they called me up and let me know that the doctor was running behind, so I just asked to reschedule for tomorrow. That seemed much easier than testing the patience of a 2 year old just for a routine visit. I was glad I made that choice because Faith actually dozed off on the 10 minute drive home. This is noteworthy because my kid does NOT sleep in the car.
She was so tired that she took an almost 3 hour nap and I could barely wake her up at 4pm.
|I don't need no stinkin' pillow...or covers|
|Mooooommy.....leave me ALONE|
|Do you need my licking services?|
I'm not sure Faith is going to be happy when I have to wake her up early to drive my husband to work again tomorrow. At least it should be just one more day of this since my husband has Friday off and then his truck is supposed to be done. This has reminded me how much I don't miss the commute to get on the base here for work. Nothing backs up traffic during rush hour like having to go through a gate and have a gate guard physically hold and inspect your ID. Yes, that's the actual policy here. They used to just let you hold it up and wave you on in quickly, but apparently that's what the terrorists would want and we can't have that.
I don't think I'll ever be comfortable getting saluted when I go on base (technically they are just saluting the blue officer stickers on my car, but they still look right at me and say "Have a nice day ma'am!" which makes me laugh). It's going to be funny to one day explain to Faith that Mommy gets saluted just because she's married to Daddy. That's going to give her a hilarious worldview.
How long is your daily commute? I think the longest commute I've ever had has been 45 minutes each way and that was no fun (D.C. traffic is a pain in the butt). I know people who drive much further on a daily basis and it boggles my mind. I'd rather live in a tiny house close to work than a huge house far from work, but that's just me.