Ever since I was, like, 12 months pregnant with my youngest, going to the doctor started to get really challenging. In fact, I tried everything at my disposal to try and dump at least one kid off so I could go to my OB appointments close to solo. It didn't always happen.
After my baby was born, something happened. Doctor appointments got worse. My 3.5-year-old (daughter) turned into a two-year-old, and my two-year-old (son) was the dominant influence. I attempted one appointment (for the baby) with the two of them in tow. Never again. Here's a scene from that:
Note how my hair has fly-aways. That's going to be a common theme in this blog. Also, note how my older son is mopping the floor with his body, and my daughter is clearing out the cobwebs behind the examination table with her rear end. They should've probably paid us for the housekeeping. Or not. There's some spilled juice and crackers (crumbled and not) on the floor, so . . . yeah.
This picture doesn't really show how ridiculously loud it was in the room. I'm not really sure how to depict that properly. Just imagine lots of screaming and interruptions every time the doctor tries to talk. Also, imagine me going to my happy place inside my head.