Last night I got a call from my doctor's office. I had a scheduled appointment today, but they had to re-arrange it due to a surgery. They wanted me in at 8:30 this morning. Now, for the average person, 8:30 is no big deal. a lot of you are at work then or perhaps earlier, and you probably think I am just whining. Too bad, I am going to whine. If you still think it's no big thing, come on over some morning when I need to be out the door early and see what chaos ensues.
Anywhoo, I was up at 6:30 to get ready. Emma was going to be dropped off at pre-school before the appointment, so she needed all her school stuff too. The main problem this morning was Grant. He woke up so sweet, all he wanted to do was cuddle. He seems to sense when we have plans and wants extra cuddling on those mornings. But really, if your sweet, not-quite-two-year-old comes up to you, wraps his little arms around your legs and says, "Mama, cuddle?" could you resist? I could not. So we were late.
The doc went well, and afterwards, I planned on going to the mall and doing some shopping. I got to the mall at 9:20, and the mall did not open till 10. Oh, darn, I had to wander Target for 40 minutes. Shucks. When the mall opened, we started our shopping. During Halloween, Grant called everything that was spooky, poopy. I thought it was simply a Halloween thing, but I guess it has transferred to all decorations. Christmas snowflakes were poopy today.
Now, let me explain something. If ever you go out in public with twins, you tend to attract attention. It is something we have gotten used to, we add extra time to every trip because of the people who stop us to talk. Not really a big deal, but when you are pregnant with twins in tow, you tend to attract a LOT more attention. And the people are not always nice. Now, try being pregnant with twins in tow where one of those twins is yelling, "Ooooohhhhh! Poopy! Poopy!" and pointing at everything he sees, including people. Gone are the days where people stop me to chat about twins or comment about how cute they are, people just stare and whisper to each other. At least they tend to back out of the way now, it has never been easier to push my giant double stroller through crowded stores. Many days I feel like the fat lady at the circus, but at least I can get my shopping done faster, so it's a fair trade.