Craziness at the Clinic

Today I took two kids to the clinic for pink eye, today I survived and there weren't too many tears.

I stocked my purse with all my oil blends. I slathered myself and my daughter in them. I knew I didn't have a stroller, I knew she would be unconfined. I knew that this would be challenging.

Especially when I feel the anger welling up and threating to spill over.

Traffic wasn't smoothly flowing I find my impatience ramping up. The receptionist tells me that my kids must sit next to me and touch as little as possible. Frustration is welling up.

More oils

A firm grip on my daughter's arm while I try to fill out two forms with just one hand. I feel like people are staring at me. Of course my daughter throws down a Sippy cup making a mess, but I push on. Do you think they are frowning at me because I popped my daughter on the bottom, umm more than once?

Called back and as I am struggling to check my FB while getting my daughter on the scales, I hotly tell the nurse that today I am not up to this nonsense. You should have seen the look on her face! I catch myself and I am thinking "I said that out loud!" The nurse begins to be extremely sweet to my kids as I firmly hold my daughters wrist to keep her from bolting off.

Back to the waiting room for more waiting. My phone won't work

Called back to the exam room for even more waiting and my phone not working.

I make my son sit in a chair my daughter is on the exam table I am sweating it, I am silently furious at everything.

Doctor comes in and insists on being thorough and needing to know every little detail of their medical history because we have never seen her before and my kids have odd diagnoses. Yay, it is a different type of pink eye this time around. Even better we have to pick up four scripts.

Over to the pharmacy and by this time we have been there two hours. Daughter decides to be hyper refusing to sit. She tries pushing my buttons. Tries sneaking off. We move to the chairs that she has been hovering by.

Our number was 250 they were on 236 when we sat down. That was just beneficiaries, not the active, not the reserves. I was trying to keep calm, pacified with a working phone.

My daughter gets frustrated with trying to sneak off and begins crawling under the rows of chairs. This occupied her for five minutes. She bolts! By the time I catch her she has managed to climb one flight of stairs and half way up the second flight. Soldiers are stepping out of the way the tiny hauling butt toddler making her mom look even more out of shape than she really is.

Finally the numbers start ticking off. This after ten minutes of wrestling my daughter to keep her firmly on my lap. Both of us smell like an entire basket of essential oils and my son sitting calmly next to us playing with the ticket.

Called to the counter and more dramatics. I have a death grip on that tiny little arm. There are many tears and stares and whispered platitudes underlined with threat.

Out to the care where I shoot a couple of quick texts that go unanswered to the hubby. One of which states that I am being referred to a nutritionist because my daughter's height and weight ratio are off by a lot.

Never mind that this girl eats avocado and green pepper and mushrooms and onions, it is a side affect of her condition.

Home and the ordeal was over.

John 5: 23 That all men should honor the Son, even as they honor the Father. He that honoreth not the son honoreth not the Father which hath sent him.

Hyper kids pent up in a tiny room and I have to use my monster mom voice many times.