What a great morning to start my blog!

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What a great day to start blogging! I had the most remarkable morning and I tell you, though it was not in the least bit entertaining to me, it must have been a good show to those observing. I had to take my son to the doctor at 9:00. I don't know what I was thinking. Actually I do know what I was thinking, or wishing. That by some miracle, we'd have my daughter in school on time and have him at the doctor by nine and then I'd still have time to drop him at day care and run some errands. Ha Ha. At 9:00 I called the doctor. "We're running a little late," I say. "Can we possibly come at 9:30?"
To which the doctor replied "NO." So we ran down the stairs and out the door and arrived at the doctor promptly at 9:30. He took us anyway, Thank The Good Holy Lord, though I think it was out of a sheer pity for the mad mother toting two babies, more than anything else

Now the clincher. When we left his office, as I was putting the baby in the car, my son started to run down the block. Laughing hysterically, he looked back over his shoulder, saw how angry I was getting and ran faster. Obviously. I kept thinking that he’d turn around and come back. After all, I wasn’t going to run after him! So I waited and then I shouted and then I yelled and then I screamed “Get back here NOW.” And then “I’M COUNTING TO THREE.” And then “YOU ARE GOING TO GET SUCH A PATCH!” But still he fled further and further away. So then I flew….leaving my baby behind in the car, I ran down a very long block, screaming at the top of my lungs. I passed some guys who I swear were laughing at me. I glared at them so hard they went quiet, and then marched my son back to the car where I patched him (I couldn’t do it on the street for fear of someone calling social services). Then we had hugs. Then he went to day care. Thank The Good Holy Lord. And that is the story of my mad morning with all its details.