Today I feel like my parents (especially my mom) would have had a good laugh at me getting a dose of what goes around comes around with children in public places…
I took Addie to the doctor to have her ears checked. She has not been sleeping and has generally been crabby lately. She has really perfected the scream squealing and has been experimenting with that as a means to wake us up, ask for food, express her thoughts on diaper changes and putting on clothes, or just imply we are generally subpar parents, etc. So the mom worry kicked in and while I suspect it’s the 18 month sleep regression/two year molars/and the terrible twos tude, I started worrying that maybe she had an ear infection and I’m a terrible mother.
FYI, she doesn’t.
Anyway, she was doing her best attempts to break glass with her squealing because I wouldn’t let her open all the cabinets and play in the trash can in the doctors office (I’m mean like that). We were waiting on our paperwork and for an antibiotic to be called in because Sam is trying really hard to get bronchitis. When it was time to leave we walked into the hallway and there was a PA there we have NEVER seen before. Addie immediately stuck her arms out for her to hold her. And she did. Addie then blew me kisses and waved goodbye. Every time I would try to grab her she would lean away.
Eventually it was getting weird and I figured the very kind lady probably needed to actually do work (though the thought did occur to me that maybe God was telling me to just go, I mean I was joking with Steve about leaving her at the fire department maybe this was my sign? KIDDING! No one panic.) So I grab her and she proceeds to freak out like I am abducting her as I carry her out of the office. Fun times.
It’s payback.
As a young child I was in a large very full Catholic Church service. Some versions of this tale report it was a holiday but that might be an embellishment. At any rate, I was being a little chatty. My mom whispered, “Do I need to take you to the little girls room?”
:::Code for “STOP BEING A JERK. DO YOU WANT A SPANKING?”:::
I did not want a spanking. (Which I use the word spanking loosely because it was never hard enough to actually hurt.)
So, I announced in my loudest voice, “Mommy, don’t beat me till I bleed again!” (I have never been beaten and certainly not made to bleed). So suddenly my mom had a lot of eyes on her as she carried me in to the hall mortified. She said she stayed where everyone could see her so they would know I was just fine, albeit a clever little jerk.
Oh, kids.
Now back to telling Sam to stop licking things.
This is why we will all have Ebola.
Another excellent story!!