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, sniff…do I smell…?
No.
Yes.
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.
Oh, my. You will be busy doing laundry tonight. Ugh. I hope Nik feels better real soon.
The wedding invite is odd. Too bad they would not pay for you all to go. Ugh.
You’re up to your neck in s**t. Both fecal and psychological. What’s up with that BFF? That’s messed up.
I’m sorry.
Hope the coffee was good and hot.
Hope Nik feels better soon.
xo
South Beach AND the gym? I’m scared of you.
As for Joe’s friend, here’s my take. He was being a “guy”.
As such, he was probably impulsive when he got married in NYC, and didn’t have time to invite anyone. Now he feels a little guilty, so is inviting you to the Bahamas wedding, “even though he knows you can’t make it”. I am assuming that he is inviting you because he feels guilty and wants you to know that he still cares about you, and not because he is fishing for a present. Because that would be really low class and tacky.
Joe
Thanks for the male perspective, Joe. Knowing what I know about this guy, that actually makes sense (scary, but true!).
As for being scared of me? Don’t be…I’m a total marshmallow in nearly every sense of the word! LOL
I was melting over how angelic Nik looks in the photo – and, well, even knowing what lurks in that picture, he’s still angelic. But YUCK!! Enough is enough! I’m glad you’re waiting for the cavalry, but there isn’t enough java chip frapuccino in the world!
Hope he’s feeling better soon.
(BTW, “PU” is in my word verification! Even Blogger has something to say about it!)
Even when the day is over, it’s not really over, is it?
I hope Nik feels better soon.
Poor little Nik, hope he feels better soon.
Oh, his eyelashes…
Some days are long, huh?
Oh my. I hope he feels better soon. Real soon.