So my week so far.....Morgan and DJ are sick and need some medication, so I called the doctor and, of course, they have to see them before prescribing anything, so $120 later I get the 1 prescription that I wanted for both of them, and, of course, instead of just giving me one bottle, since its the EXACT same thing for both of them, I have to pay for 2 prescriptions. AGGHHH!!! I was very frustrated. What happened to the good old days where if you called the doctor and told them the symptoms they could call you in what you wanted? My mom used to do that all the time and now I realize how great that must have been for her. Saves time and money. You would think that my doctor would know me well enough by now, since I am a paranoid mom and I am in there at least once a week. Guess that doesnt' make a difference anymore, they are all out for the money.
DJ and I had eye appointments yesterday and we did great. Well, DJ did. He has perfect eyes. Whew!! Then it was my turn. I got the drops, the eye numb thing, and then a huge headache to follow. It was really funny though cause I took the camera to take pictures of DJ's first eye exam to scrapbook and so when it was my turn he wanted to take pictures of me. The doctor finally had to tell him to stop cause he was in the way. He would get close up, then far away, then underneath the equipment to try and get me at "good angles". I tried to tell him there were no good spots and he had to stop now. It was funny. So at the end I was told that I should consider contacts since I don't like wearing glasses because I now have to wear them all the time. hah!! You should see me try to put in contacts, and then once I get them in? Can't get them out. I am what you call, not gifted in that catagory. So I ordered a new pair of glasses and now I get to look like a librarian all the time instead of just when I feel like it. sucks!!
Today was interesting....Morgan decided that the potty thing should only happen when she wants it too. She came down the stairs just as we were loading up in the car and says to me with a big smile, "poopy"! and continues with the big smile as my smile quickly turns to a frown and my body fills with complete anger and frustration! I had to count to 10 in my mind and then say as calmly as I can, "why didn't you tell me and go in the potty?" and she just smiles and says, "poopy" again. Then we get to the gym and she turns to me and says, "peed". Now I definately was going to loose it. She had somehow managed to pee out her pull-up and down her leg. How does that happen? I then get a call from the school as I am arriving at the gym saying that DJ is not feeling well, his stomach hurts and is in so much pain he can hardly stand it. First thought? How long has it been since he has pooped? Since I am already thinking potty....I can't remember when the last time I saw him go....so I go show up at the school and talk to him, I tell him that if he comes home he can't have his friend come over later, so then he thinks he can make it through until the end of school and will call me if the pain gets unbearable again. Oh boy! What a "poopy" day!! Please let Porter be easier than Morgan to potty train. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
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