The One About Poop
Also a hot mess? The mom in the waiting room with kids the same age as my kids and a baby that pooped which made her realize she didn't have diapers or wipies and was also kind of freaking out. So I gave her my diapers and wipies and I felt like this is how motherhood should be. It takes a village and what not.
So the Fridays finally get into the exam room and Casey's doing stunts and Christa is pissed to be naked in a room with the a/c blowing and I realize I have to pee more than I have ever had to pee before in my life. So I schlep the kids into the big bathroom with me and while I pee I have to wrangle the children and keep them from touching anything. Mission accomplished and we're back in the exam room and I ask Casey to shut the door behind us and he slams it so hard that the walls rattle. Fantastic.
Casey does great with the exam until he decides he is going to dismount off the table like a damn gymnast and falls flat on his back. Awesome. Christa sees the nurse PUT ON A GLOVE nowhere near her and freaks the heck out and starts crying real tears. Unbelievable. Good news? The kids are fine and seem to be totally on their way out of this which is kind of what I figured but better safe than sorry and all that. Apparently up to fourteen days of diarrhea is totally normal in children even though that to me sounds like an absolute nightmare. Despite the shit show in the doctor's office, the nurse confirms I am doing everything right and I take that validation and wear it like a medal as we hold our heads high while exiting the building.
On the way home I'm talking to Casey and we're having a conversation while Christa sleeps and then I ask what he'd like for dinner. No answer. So I look over my shoulder and this is happening: