Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Best Day Ever (Think Spongebob)

The other day was a normal day. I had to take my son to the dentist along with the terror - I mean my daughter. When I woke up I started to get going when my husband announced, "I think I'll work from home today."

My eyes lit up like on Christmas morning. "Um, that's cool. Do you think you could watch the baby while I take Jake to the dentist?" He agreed and I was out the door laughing like a mad woman. I"m pretty sure there was smoke from my mini-van tires.

The hygienist took my son back to "tickle his teeth". I wish that's what they would do to me when I go back there. And there it was.... a large leather couch with magazines all around and a little coffee bar. I was in heaven. I had a whole 25 minutes of sitting, not doing anything. I drank my coffee and read a magazine. It was glorious.

There were no temper tantrums, no runny noses, no crazy baby eating things off the floor. It's strange how 25 minutes and a big leather couch can make me so happy. Maybe I need therapy. Oh YES! More couches and quiet time! I'm sold.


Nolie said...

I love your humor. Just found your blog today thanks to the mom blog network. First great find since I joined the site. Keep up the humor while dealing with raising kids. I look forward to your future posts.

By the way. I hope you got the microwave replaced. I would not survive without mine. Cold coffee is disgusting.

Jannet said...

I feel the same way about my dentist's office. When I had to take the day off work last year so my then 6 yr old could have teeth pulled and left my preschooler with a friend, I treasured the three hours I spent sitting alone on the couch reading old magazines. Then I had a baby who is now a toddler and I dread the waiting room. My tires would have squealed, too.
I hopped over from "The Meanest Mom" and I just spent an hour reading through your archives. Laughed out loud more times than I could count. Thanks for the late night giggles!
I seem to have the same set up as Amanda- three kids, girl boy girl, and my own angry baby permanently attached to my hip.