“Don’t wanna go!”
“You have to go.”
“Nuh huh! You can’t make me!”
“Very mature of you.”
“They have shots! It hurts!”
“I don’t care, you have to go.”
“Nooooo!”
“Heidi, stop it. You are going to take Pook to get her shots.”
“No, Bryan, why can’t you?”
“I don’t have any time left to take off. Why can’t you?”
“Because it hurts me more than it hurts her.”
“I know Heidi, but she has to havethem.”
“Fine. Meanie.”
That was the conversation I had six weeks ago with Bryan when I took Pooky in to get her shots. Oh, the agony! Sitting there, holding my squalling infant, me crying harder than her over the pain I could not take away. And this dark voice in my head saying you did this to her. You took her here, knowing she would be in pain. How could you?
And looking at the smiling nurse, wanting to punch her lights out. I know she was smiling sympathetically, she’s seen this a million times before. How dare she smile as both my daughter and I are crying and in pain?
“I’ll leave you two alone for a minute.”She said gently.
“Thank you.” I tried to keep the sarcasm from my voice, I don’t know if it worked.
“By the way, you might want to compose yourself. You’re only upsetting her further.” She imparts as she shuts the door.
WHAT?! Don’t tell me to compose myself! I’m in agony here! Can’t you see that? But I did finally get myself together, and I left.
And I have to relive this little scene again today. Damn you, Mrs. Pediatrician, for making her cry. DAMN YOU!
Today will be just effing great.
Me: So, are we going to go to the PB Christmas party this year?
Bryan: Yeah, probably.
M: Awesome!
B: By the way, don't wear that red dress. I've been told that by the center director. No more wardrobe malfunctions.
M: Oh, um, ok then...You know I gave that away, right?
B: I don't care, just no more nip slips.
*****
M: Can I ask you a question?
B: Oh Lord, here it comes. Go for it.
M: When we argue, do I sound like my Mother?
B: [silence]
M: Bryan? Did you hear me?
B: I'm not going to answer that, you'll kill me.
*****
Chris: You have agression issues.
Me: No, I don't.
C: Yes you do.
M: I DO NOT HAVE $%^& AGRESSION ISSUES!
*****
Question: If you go to a golf tournament with million dollar business owners and their wives, why would you dress like a total floozy? Have some class, girls.
Question: Why do the reps ask me "Why won't the system work?" when they know I have not the foggiest idea how the 'system' works? I just know that either it does or it doesn't!
Question: Why do the sales reps assume that because I have a better body that Jabba the Hut, a chest bigger than mosquitoe bites that I have no brain?!
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