Did I mention it's raining?

It’s raining – like raining HARD today. I got lots of laundry folded and put away, Molly took a half way decent nap this morning while the boys played and watched some tv. All in all a successful, fine and dandy morning. Then the rain started to fall right about when we headed out.

I had 2 errands to run… Drop off a bunch of stuff to the donation center (from the garage sale) and run to the doctor’s office for Meg to pick up her prescription. It’s freaking pouring by the time we get to the donation center right around the corner from our house. I mean buckets. So I’m unloading as fast as I can with my not-so-fast-working leg. Get all of that unloaded, hop in the truck and take off. I look in the rearview mirror thankful I didn’t try to fix my hair before I left home afterall. It was one of those quick shower mornings where I didn’t dry my hair so it’s all flat and lovely. Anywho, we get on the road and head to the consignment shop on the way. With gas prices, may as well try to plan as many stops as you can on the way, right? I take a blue bin of baby/kids clothes in and drop it off.

Then off to the doc’s office. I tell the boys to stay in the truck and I run in the rain (again, not really a run, more of a hobble) into the doc’s office. I ask for Meg’s script and they give it to me. I hobble back to the truck and Jack tells me he has to go poop. I believed him instantly cause the truck smelled like poopy diaper! So I get all the kids out in a hurry and hobble back into the doctor’s office. Mind you I didn’t plan on the kids getting out of the truck or else I would have at least put jackets on them, Molly especially. We get inside and the bathroom door is cracked open so we head in. What’s going on but a big black man taking a LEAK! It all happened so fast, he turned and was like slow motion, “ohh, I thought I locked that,” as I’m trying to get Mikie outta there with Jack and Molly each in arms. So I wait in the lobby looking out the window, hoping not to make eye contact with him when he heads outta the jon. Ohh my word…

So he finally leaves and I slowly tell the boys “it’s our turn,” and we head toward the door. As we are turning the knob, an old man appears and a nurse behind him says, “Ma’am, he gets to go first.” I was like “umm, ok” and the old guy turns to her and says, “they can…” as she interrupts him and says, “No, OUR patients get to use the bathroom first.” WHAT? So I take the kids aside AGAIN and wait. Jack all the while looking like he could explode. What kind of nurse says that sorta thing? One without any kids, that’s for SURE. So we wait and wait, seems like 10 minutes, and out comes the old man and heads out the door. At least while I was sitting there I thought he was giving a “sample” or something. NOPE.

So we finally get in there and Jack is mad at Mikie for trying to pee first, blah blah blah… Mol is all excited to see herself in the mirror and someone knocks. “Umm, we’ll be out in a minute!” I reply. Gee whiz, grand central station around there!

From there we head back into the pouring rain to go drop Meg’s prescription off to the place she’s had it filled before. “Easy enough, it’s a drivethru,” I think to myself. We drive down the road, pull in only to find a “sorry for the inconvenience, but our drivethru is CLOSED.” WHAT? Are you fricking kidding me? It’s pouring rain and I have 3 kids who aren’t fricking dressed to run in. But we did. Of course the closest parking spot is 4 miles away from the entrance and I’m in no mood to smile at the greeter when we enter the store. I have a sopped Molly, Jack couldn’t hear me yell in the parking lot cause of his ear situation, it’s puddles everywhere, Mikie is trying to pull his turtleneck over his head (yep, he was making quite the fashion statement today). We head to the ‘prescription drop off’ and I can’t even see outta my glasses cause they are covered in rain drops. I hand the woman “my” script (not sure if I have to pose as Meg cause it’s a narcotic refill) and she tells me they don’t have enough pills to fill it. HUH? So what do they want me to do about it. I have NO IDEA?! It’s not even mine! So I leave it there telling the woman I will get back to her (I’m sure she was wondering what the heck, you should know if you’re outta meds), and I haul the kids back out in the puddles, rain, hobbling and go the 4 miles back in the truck. Mikie’s seatbelt is locked again so I have to climb over Molly’s carseat all the while the truck door is wide open and my ass is getting soaked. So I call Meg, what does she want me to do? In the meantime the store calls her to tell her they have enough pills afterall and it’s ready to pick it up right then. Was I about to head back INTO the store with the kids and rain and hobbling and puddles? NO WAY! I called Erk and left him a message to pick it up on his way home…

And now here we are, I’m trying to enjoy some quiet time – still cold from being wet and keeping my jacket on. I at least had a jacket on me! Sheesh, I shoulda had the kids all ready for anything. I suppose if moms were that prepared all the time, we’d have every season worth of jackets, extra clothes, skis, sunscreen, a gourmet meal and a milk jug in the truck at all times in case of whatever came our way! But that’s not the mom I am…