What would Super Woman do?

December 1, 2012

I’ve said several times before that my mom keeps my daughter as well as two of my nieces on a daily basis while my husband, my brother, my sister-in-law and I work.

(She did keep my three nieces, but Elliott started kindergarten this year, so she only gets her for about an hour after school.)

Occasionally, certain circumstances come up, and I have to (get to) keep the girls. It’s super hard work. Once in a blue moon, Super Woman herself ends up getting sick and we “kids” draw straws to figure out who will keep who until Gigi is better.

Well a couple of weeks ago my mom had cataract surgery. When you have any type of surgery, you have to have someone drive you home from your procedure. We decided that the best option would be for my brother to stay home with his youngest girls, and I’d take Finley with my mom and me to Fort Worth for her surgery.

Mom assured me that her surgery was first thing in the morning, and that they told her that she’d be first. When we walked into the building at 6 a.m., there were about 10 other people waiting. I had hopes that Finley would want to sit in her stroller and maybe even doze off a little bit since I had to wake her up so early.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

After sitting in the waiting room for about 15 minutes, she had a dirty diaper. I took her in the restroom and changed her, then we walked back out into the waiting room (which had more than 10 people by this time). She very loudly said, “Poo poo! Poo poo! I poo pooed! I poo pooed!”

I started thinking that it may be better if we wait in the car. But then I remembered that when the surgery was done, they’d come call for me in the waiting room to sign some papers and get my mom. So there went that idea.

I got Finley to read a few books quietly, and I thought she was being pretty good and tame for an almost 2-year-old. Up until an older lady sitting near us said, “I hope this doesn’t offend you, but I’m gonna go sit over there,” as she pointed clear across the room.

I wished that she would have just moved over there without saying anything. It embarrassed me. Then I felt a lot of pressure to prove to this waiting room that my child could sit and be quiet. I realized the only way that would happen would be to put her back in her stroller … which made her cry.

So I started pushing her in the stroller and that worked. I did lap after lap after lap after lap around the waiting room, and I’m pretty sure that annoyed the people even more. I finally got her out of the stroller and she ran away from me faster than I could catch her and ran right into an older gentleman who was catching some zzzzs.

I was mortified.

They finally called my name, and when the door shut behind us, I imagined that the entire waiting room applauded and cheered.

When we let my brother know that we were headed back, he and his girls were pretty much just waking up. I was jealous. And I realized that I got the short end of that stick for sure.

Hopefully Super Woman won’t have any more procedures or get sick. But if she does, I’m thinking that I’ll go to work and let my brother keep all of the kids.

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