Monday, May 3, 2010

Rainy days..

All is finally silent in the Caldwell home after laying the fussy baby to sleep after an adventurous day, except for the steady drip of the kitchen sink drumming a new song to the throbbing left side of my throat that was pronounced "negative for strep" from my doctor's visit today after enduring almost a week of tear-drawing pain as I attempt to eat or drink anything made for the human mouth.

I had felt somewhat successful this morning for re-scheduling Madeline's fourth month appointment for shots to tomorrow to juggle in my diagnosis for the horrendous pain in my mouth and call up my sister to help watch her while I wait in the office.

Since they couldn't squeeze me in until 3:20pm EST, we decided to go looking around the Auburn/Opelika area after my sister was finished with her finals before graduating in college.


It would appear all was well, and it certainly was---except for the downpour which left a person about as dry as a soggy mop in a bucket of water. It must be funny to see it, for as a new mom I am still learning the multi-tasking concept of balancing an umbrella agains the door, unlatching the baby from the carseat base, snatching up the diaper bag and things important from my purse (don't bring both, it will just leave you with one less hand of the 20 extra you need) and gripping the car keys from my lips while shutting the door with my foot.

My sister was a HUGE help, although we still didn't have it down on how to keep me dry-but, sigh, that is the sacrifice of motherhood. Frizzy, frazzled dripping remains of curly hair, extra large t-shirts from post-pregnancy and smeared eye makeup is now my new costume.

I will never look down upon any mother after this moment.

Usually, based off the feedback of my husband who is in the cell-phone industry and myself, who is in the apartment leasing industry, you would normally conclude that every red-neck in Alabama to Tennessee would be out in this type weather, having a hay-day sweeping  in and out of lanes on the highway, side-swiping innocent bystanders only to pull up at the local Wal-Mart to go grocery shopping or to get new cellphone, because, hey, it's RAINING.

However, I was shocked to find that once we entered a couple of retail stores, there was almost nill to none of consumers to be found. Normally, I would think this to be the best day shopping, as I earlier explained to my sister in Target while another lady from the next row would occasionally intercede in the conversation, much to our perturbed reactions.

It was pretty relaxing, actually, no hassle, no dodging the creaking grandmother in Aisle 2 who can't decide between wheat germ or 5 grain and the pushy 30 year old with a short bob and exercise clothing on in a hurry to grab her some Vitamin Water and the next object you just so happen to be in front of  much to her impatience.


We did this for about an hour or two and followed this up with Moe's South West cuisine, which I enjoyed very much, being my first time and being able to say 'No onions" without feeling like I have upset the whole universe of t particular employee from whichever franchise I normally select.

We still had some time to kill after finally drying off from this mad dash from the car, so we got wet again and went to the mall.

It is definately no fun to the imagination when you go with a man to the mall, because, well, they just don't go together, it's kind of like oil and water- they don't mix well. Trying on clothing and browsing through racks never did excite my husband-so I try to keep it to a minimum while we shop as a family. However, this time around was quite interesting, two females from the same wacky family who love to get into mischief and take pictures, so needless to say, we have a few snapshots of random things...like the wing sunglasses. I realized after puffing a time or two while swinging the baby carrier by my side that malls are not that mother-friendly- dang, why didn't I pull out my stroller? I didn't want a POPEYE the Sailor arm, so I ran back out, got wet again and got the stroller- it is a losing battle, I know. And yes, what they say about being scatter-brained after pregnancy IS true. Although, I probably blame it on that little excuse too much.


Nothing more to say about that.

After some browsing we packed it all up to make it right on time for the doctor's appointment.

9 out of 10 times I usually have to wait an hour for a doctor to finally see me once in the back room, and it has almost become custom after seeing the gyno so much while being preggers, but after reviewing, I think I was maybe in there only 10 minutes before the doctor came. However, waiting, regardless of how short of a time period it is, always does a number on me, and I tend to find my mouth over my jagged fingernails, trying to "even" them out (I know this doesn't make sense-it is a nail-biter's excuse). The result normally is nails bitten to the quick, bloody or close to and fingernails littering the floor of the doctor's office. I think I mark my territory every time and scoot my flip-flop over the debri to scatter them in embarrassment before the nurse comes in- it's disgusting, I know.

Everything went smooth sailing once I had the doctor tell me I DID NOT have strep throat--are you sure?

I walk out to sign the bill to hear howling- praying it isn't Madeline. Of course it is, and once the nurse opens the door from the waiting room I find some random woman holding her, my sister looking helpless and about 4 other people surrounding her. The baby sure has everyone wrapped around her finger.

After calming her down because she just wouldn't have it- we take a sigh of relief and venture home.

And that, my friends, is where I find myself, now, baby now crying, breaking the peaceful reverie and a husband now home who does not like to shop.

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Monday, May 3, 2010

Rainy days..

All is finally silent in the Caldwell home after laying the fussy baby to sleep after an adventurous day, except for the steady drip of the kitchen sink drumming a new song to the throbbing left side of my throat that was pronounced "negative for strep" from my doctor's visit today after enduring almost a week of tear-drawing pain as I attempt to eat or drink anything made for the human mouth.

I had felt somewhat successful this morning for re-scheduling Madeline's fourth month appointment for shots to tomorrow to juggle in my diagnosis for the horrendous pain in my mouth and call up my sister to help watch her while I wait in the office.

Since they couldn't squeeze me in until 3:20pm EST, we decided to go looking around the Auburn/Opelika area after my sister was finished with her finals before graduating in college.


It would appear all was well, and it certainly was---except for the downpour which left a person about as dry as a soggy mop in a bucket of water. It must be funny to see it, for as a new mom I am still learning the multi-tasking concept of balancing an umbrella agains the door, unlatching the baby from the carseat base, snatching up the diaper bag and things important from my purse (don't bring both, it will just leave you with one less hand of the 20 extra you need) and gripping the car keys from my lips while shutting the door with my foot.

My sister was a HUGE help, although we still didn't have it down on how to keep me dry-but, sigh, that is the sacrifice of motherhood. Frizzy, frazzled dripping remains of curly hair, extra large t-shirts from post-pregnancy and smeared eye makeup is now my new costume.

I will never look down upon any mother after this moment.

Usually, based off the feedback of my husband who is in the cell-phone industry and myself, who is in the apartment leasing industry, you would normally conclude that every red-neck in Alabama to Tennessee would be out in this type weather, having a hay-day sweeping  in and out of lanes on the highway, side-swiping innocent bystanders only to pull up at the local Wal-Mart to go grocery shopping or to get new cellphone, because, hey, it's RAINING.

However, I was shocked to find that once we entered a couple of retail stores, there was almost nill to none of consumers to be found. Normally, I would think this to be the best day shopping, as I earlier explained to my sister in Target while another lady from the next row would occasionally intercede in the conversation, much to our perturbed reactions.

It was pretty relaxing, actually, no hassle, no dodging the creaking grandmother in Aisle 2 who can't decide between wheat germ or 5 grain and the pushy 30 year old with a short bob and exercise clothing on in a hurry to grab her some Vitamin Water and the next object you just so happen to be in front of  much to her impatience.


We did this for about an hour or two and followed this up with Moe's South West cuisine, which I enjoyed very much, being my first time and being able to say 'No onions" without feeling like I have upset the whole universe of t particular employee from whichever franchise I normally select.

We still had some time to kill after finally drying off from this mad dash from the car, so we got wet again and went to the mall.

It is definately no fun to the imagination when you go with a man to the mall, because, well, they just don't go together, it's kind of like oil and water- they don't mix well. Trying on clothing and browsing through racks never did excite my husband-so I try to keep it to a minimum while we shop as a family. However, this time around was quite interesting, two females from the same wacky family who love to get into mischief and take pictures, so needless to say, we have a few snapshots of random things...like the wing sunglasses. I realized after puffing a time or two while swinging the baby carrier by my side that malls are not that mother-friendly- dang, why didn't I pull out my stroller? I didn't want a POPEYE the Sailor arm, so I ran back out, got wet again and got the stroller- it is a losing battle, I know. And yes, what they say about being scatter-brained after pregnancy IS true. Although, I probably blame it on that little excuse too much.


Nothing more to say about that.

After some browsing we packed it all up to make it right on time for the doctor's appointment.

9 out of 10 times I usually have to wait an hour for a doctor to finally see me once in the back room, and it has almost become custom after seeing the gyno so much while being preggers, but after reviewing, I think I was maybe in there only 10 minutes before the doctor came. However, waiting, regardless of how short of a time period it is, always does a number on me, and I tend to find my mouth over my jagged fingernails, trying to "even" them out (I know this doesn't make sense-it is a nail-biter's excuse). The result normally is nails bitten to the quick, bloody or close to and fingernails littering the floor of the doctor's office. I think I mark my territory every time and scoot my flip-flop over the debri to scatter them in embarrassment before the nurse comes in- it's disgusting, I know.

Everything went smooth sailing once I had the doctor tell me I DID NOT have strep throat--are you sure?

I walk out to sign the bill to hear howling- praying it isn't Madeline. Of course it is, and once the nurse opens the door from the waiting room I find some random woman holding her, my sister looking helpless and about 4 other people surrounding her. The baby sure has everyone wrapped around her finger.

After calming her down because she just wouldn't have it- we take a sigh of relief and venture home.

And that, my friends, is where I find myself, now, baby now crying, breaking the peaceful reverie and a husband now home who does not like to shop.

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