So my already perfect day? Ended on a high note. Yes, I managed to get Nik to the doctor and got another Rx for the diarrhea-inducing antibiotics. Since they really never had a chance to leave his system…well, you guessed it.
But, there’s a silver lining. While I was out visiting this place with my sister —and joining, Niksdad got to handle it. No problem (for me). I arrived home just in time to brush Nik’s teeth and get kisses goodnight! Nik was fast asleep within minutes of going to bed.
Whew! Yes! I knew having that super-fattening java chip frappuccino from Starbucks’ drive-through would turn my day around!
So I kiss Niksdad and send him off to the library to study for a test he has tomorrow and I settle in to my evening. I start the very large load of Nik’s laundry which accumulated during the day, eat dinner, draw up Nik’s meds for tomorrow and gear up for a relaxing evening and think “Ah, the night is mine to savor!”
The phone rings. My husband’s (soon to be former, IMO) best friend —the one who was Best Man at our wedding —calls to tell us he’s gotten married in a civil ceremony just twelve days ago (in NYC). AND he’s getting married in a formal ceremony the first weekend in May…in the Bahamas! Now, I don’t know, maybe it’s no big deal to guys but…I am royally pissed off at this guy. It’s not like we live so far away that he couldn’t have called my husband to say “Hey buddy, come on up to New York to be my witness.” No, instead he calls to verbally invite us to a wedding he knows full well we cannot possibly attend —and he acknowledges that!
Grrrrrr… I know my husband won’t say anything bad about this guy but I also know he will be hurt by these actions. That makes me sad and angry.
I hang up the phone, seething. Feeling in need of a little peaceful, loving energy, I tip-toe into Nik’s room to peek at my sleeping cherub.
Sniff, sniff…do I smell…?
There’s my innocent angel with one hand inside his jammies (zipped in the back! Remember this?) —and poop smeared all over the sheet! UGH! To make matters worse, I cannot manage the full change by myself because I have nowhere to put Nik while I change the crib and the mattress has to be lifted out.
Looks like I have to wait for the cavalry —Niksdad.
At least my (decaf) coffee is hot.