I know you are 'dying' for date details. Sadly (for you), there won't be any tonight. No date. Never called. Ask me how upset I am? To be completely honest, I'm not at all. A few weeks ago I might have been slightly disappointed, but today, I can't say that. I am almost relived (what in the hell is wrong with me?).
All this is doing is making me realize how wonderful McScotty is. He sends me these cute (not too cute, I don't like that) texts throughout the day. He calls. He doesn't cancel dates (at least he hasn't recently). Ahh. And as scary as it is to admit, I really kind of miss him. Lucky for me I get to see him tomorrow night!
The cancelled date was probably a blessing in disguise though. Layla is battling a "massive ear infection" as the DR confirmed today. She took one look in little bits ear and I think her words were, "Holy Crap...that is bad!". A wave of relief did pass over me...it confirmed that I am not a hypocrondriac Mom who runs to the Dr at the first symptom of a runny nose. I was also relived to know what was causing the fevers, food strike and sleepless nights. Round 3 of antibiotics here we come!
And you'll get a good chuckle out of this. Today was suppose to be F-heads day to have her (I say day, but it really equates to 2.5 hours in the afternoon/evening). Since our Dr's appt ran into "his scheduled time" I had to drop her off at the condo. I called when we left the Dr to let him know we were on the way. He could hear her screaming bloody murder in the background and started to hesitate and back out of taking her. I told him it wasn't really an option... I had to go get her precription filled and stop at the grocery store and there was really no way I was doing this with her in tow (fever and all). So I get there to drop her off and he's taking her out of the car and procedes to tell me they are going to Chuck-E-Cheese (again). Are you f-ing kidding me??? The poor girl is sick as can be and you are going to take her to Chuck-E-Cheese???? Poor, poor decision making on his behalf. I tell him (as kindly as I can) that's probably not the best choice. It took a few minutes, but I talked him out of it. When I went to pick her up an hour and half later he actually said to me, "gosh, she's fussy". No shit sherlock. You have no idea. Try keeping her entertained and comfortable, etc for 24 hours a day and then you call tell me she's "fussy". Sheesh.
Alright, my glass of wine awaits (yes, I am drinking alone again. If you had the kind of day I did, I can guarantee you'd be drinking more than just one glass). I won't go into to gory details but a sick child who can't keep much down and a dog that decided to eat a box of crayons for made a nice little mess to clean up today. Plus, I have a new season of the Bachelor to get addicted to. :)
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