The Pool, The Gyno and The TiVo – Not Necessarily In That Order

I had an exciting day.

I have been on the go from the minute my feet hit the floor and now I am draggin’ my wagon.

The morning started out like every other one this week. Stevie is attending a week-long music camp and that means I drag myself out of bed before draggin’ him out of bed and preparing some sort of breakfast which may or may not be totally nutritional depending on whether he chooses a poptart or a bowl of oatmeal.

Once he left, Alex and I had to make a trip into town (I say that as if we live 50 miles from town) to get his glasses fixed. Apparently when a three year old who wears glasses is running full throttle across the yard, trips and falls face first, there’s a pretty good chance that his glasses will probably not survive fit properly. Thankfully, my dad was able to use a pair of pliers from McDaddy’s toolbox to bend them enough so that they would stay on his sweet, scratched-up face. I thought it best that we have them checked out because the nose piece appeared to be slightly bent and on top of that it seemed like the proper thing for a mother in my shoes to do.

We arrived at the eye Doctor’s office to discover a sign on the door that said, “Insert name of eye place here will be closed July 3 – July 10, 2009 for staff vacations.”

Nice.

I had a gyno appointment scheduled in less than an hour and had made arrangements to drop Alex off with my favorite Mother-In-Law. We drove to MIL’s house and I tried to mentally prepare myself for the party that was being planned in my honor at Dr. D’s office.

Lucky me.

I won’t go into detail but I will say that I had no idea the gyno used a dump truck in certain medical procedures but I’m sure it had to be a dump truck because OHMYGOSHITHURTSOBAD!

Wow.

Just wow.

After that, I headed home to pack a bag so that I could accompany Stevie to fun-day at the water park with all of his new music camp friends.

Folks, can I just pause right here to assure you there is nothing like leaving the gyno after a dump-truck procedure and heading to the pool.

Nothing, I say.

Within minutes of arriving at the pool, I was following Stevie up the stairs to the water slides.

Which would have been great fun except for the fact that the slides required me to climb 42 stairs.

And catch him as he came down the slide before he went under the water in the three-foot pool.

Multiply the 41 steps by the 317 times we climbed the stairs.

And that equals something like one million.

Or a million and one.

I’ve never been good at math.

Suffice it to say, I am worn out.

But we had a marvelous time in spite of the dump-truck procedure I had just endured.

The loud speaker blared the whole day and it didn’t dawn on me until an hour into the gig that every song that played reminded me of a time “back in the day!”

It was like I was in high school riding in McDaddy’s vintage Buick Electra or my vintage Buick Regal all over again.

It’s been years since I’ve heard Mariah Carey belt out “Emotions,” Bell Biv DeVoe sing “Poison!” or Meatloaf sing “I’d Do Anything For Love!” Fun times, folks.

Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures from the day because I wasn’t willing to sacrifice the integrity of McDaddy’s fathers day my camera in the case that the camera was accidentally dropped or you know, splashed. And to be honest, the camera was the last thing on my mind after the dump-truck procedure.

And as if that wasn’t enough excitement for one day, I found a treasure on my DVR.

Big Brother Season 11 premiered tonight, AND, I discovered that while I was in New Hampshire, ABC decided to rerun the Top 13 night of American Idol in honor of MJ. My boyfriend, Kris Allen is rockin’ out to “Remember the Time!” and I’m thrilled to be reunited with Simon’s smirk and Adam’s guyliner.

Yee-Friggin-Haw!  What a way to end the night.

In the words of Randy Jackson, enjoy your Friday, dawg!

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