Doctor Doctor

There are just a few scenarios in life that make me sweat and can cause me to have this sudden feeling like I am four seconds away from a nervous breakdown. One example would easily be any time I am packing for a vacation and my husband is home. My Handy Man has a degree in bossing people around. He is notorious for hovering and delegating what he thinks are efficient packing procedures when in reality, he only physically packs for himself.

Anxiety levels begin to rise and before I know it I am a crazy lady reaching for a bottle of Merlot.

Today, I have admittedly realized an additional stressful situation I hope to avoid in the future at all costs. A situation that elevates my anxiety levels, leaves my head spinning an babbling over and over, "Is it hot in here?"

Have you ever tried taking two kids under the age of two to the pediatricians office at the same time?

Mr Blue Eyes had his sixth month check-up today. Grandma watches the kids every Thursday, so she offered to come and help. In a perfect world, Grandma would have stayed in the lobby and entertained my Brown Eyed Girl until the appointment was over. But of course, they both wanted to watch.

When we were finally called back to our exam room, I began undressing Mr Blue Eyes for his exam. As the nurse began to take some vitals, I realize Grandma is missing in action and now my Brown Eyed Girl is out in the halls calling, "Grandma? Where'd you go? Grandma?" Quickly leaving the room in search of both, I find my daughter sitting in the middle of the hall removing her shoes and socks and preparing to make herself at home. About that time, Grandma appears from the restroom. I give Grandma a 'mom look' that is code for "can you please handle this situation" and duck back into the exam room.

We get weighed, measured and are just waiting on the doctor now.

My Brown Eyed Girl becomes fascinated with the little rolling doctor stool. It suddenly becomes an amusement park ride zipping from one side of the room to the other and round and round.

Grandma starts in on some story about so-and-so's friend's cousin whom ever. I am already getting flustered and not really prepared to focus on in depth story at this very moment.

Mr Blue Eyes begins to fuss and I realize I have left his toy and pacifier in the car. This will be a problem when he gets his shots. How am I to sooth him?

Brown Eyed Girls Starts driving the stool into the door. I ask her to stop and she snaps back in her sassy voice letting me know she is hell bent on being the boss today.

Grandma is oblivious how loud her voice is and how thin the walls are. Suddenly I realize she is talking about some guy getting busted for child molestation and all I can think now is, "Not quite the appropriate place for this story, I hope no one can hear her in the next room..."

I am starting to sweat. I am feeling overstimulated. I am forgetting the questions I had planned to ask the doctor...

Of course the doctor is running late.

Divide and concur.

Before I lose it, I ask Grandma to run to the car for the pacifier.

God helped man invent the iPhone for a reason - toddlers love to play games. Our Brown Eyed Girl has finally climbed off the swiveling stool.

Grandma returns, doctor comes in and the exam begins.

Big sister comes in for the front row seat. I don't rock the boat, she is being good. Grandma snaps a photo - could be worse.

Just have a couple of shots to get through. We get to squeeze sister in for a flu vaccine while we are here. That means I don't have to make another appointment and I begin to relax.

Nurse returns with our vaccines. Mr Blue Eyes gets three shots and does a lot better compared to his last appointment - Grandma is on the verge of tears. She thinks the needles are too big and it's mean.

Note to self, only one kid at a time in the doctor's office and have Grandma wait in the lobby.