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How many times have I gone to the doctors’ office and waited patiently (pun not intended, but HA! I’m entitled to laugh at my own jokes today…), past my scheduled appointment time to see the physician? Forced beyond my control to be a patient patient. I couldn’t tell you an exact number, but I can say with 100% almost 100% certainty that it has been every time: that I have never gone to see any doctor anywhere that wasn’t running behind – be it the dentist, the orthodontist or my family doctor. But what other choice do I have, as a patient? I am obviously there for a reason, and leaving because I am made to wait won’t solve what ails me. So I am left there, waiting. Waiting in the waiting room, with countless others, just waiting, waiting waiting.

Despite the waiting I usually get there at least ten (OK maybe five) minutes early. Yesterday, Niko had a scheduled doctor’s appointment for his six month check up. It was supposed to have been a week and a half ago but the doctors’ office called to reschedule without giving me a reason – although was it a coincidence that his canceled appointment happened to fall during March Break. Were the peeks at Mont Tremblant calling the doctor’s and her family’s names? Hmm, well I’m just saying…

When we got up, everything was running smoothly on the baby front and it looked like we would be able to make the appointment on time. No problemo. Niko went for a nap around 9:15 am, leaving him enough time to rest and me plenty of time to get him there on time (or five minutes early even!). But lo and behold I got distracted: taking care of mortgage emails, sweeping my floor, posting my sister’s apartment on Kijiji and Craig’s list, checking into a few things online, doing dishes, (OK…blogging), and then all of sudden it was 11 am, and I had completely forgotten to get Niko up and go the appointment. His appointment was at 11.

I called the doctors’ office and apologized and told them I could be there in fifteen minutes, to which I receieved the snarky reply that the doctor had a really full schedule and that she would be unable to see us! What?! How many times had I waited for that doctor?! And now because of fifteen minutes Niko’s whole appointment was canceled?! Oh I was peeved and feeling like a really awful mother for forgetting about her son’s appointment.

And the receptionist – what a nasty lady! Seriously, have a little common courtesy. Have some manners! Be sympathetic. But no, none of that just a cold hard, “Too bad and you can’t rebook for a month a half!” What kind of system is this!? Unimpressed: with her, with me, with the whole situation! But then she noticed a cancellation and got me in for next Thursday – another week a half but better than a month and a half! Maybe it was the rainy day we were having, but after I got off the phone I indulged in a little pity party and shed a couple of tears. I just felt really sick about the whole situation.

Note to self: Multi-tasking doesn’t always pay off.

Note to others: I really do appreciate doctors. Just not this particular situation…



What to do with a three year old and a six month old? Swimming of course! Niko’s been practicing his floats and was dying to show them off to his new friend Mya. So off to the pool we went for Niko’s first public swimming experience: but it’s March Break and things were a little, (actually a lot) hectic.

As we squished our way (baby car seat and all) through the narrow change room and out into the pool area it felt like we were in some sort of slippery wet nether world. What I mean is, it was SO packed; we were in a single file just to get out of the change room, although that also had something to do with the design of the space, meeting with the sheer number of patrons visiting the pool on this March Break Thursday.

Actually the water was packed too; there were a tonne of kids and parents splashing around, having a good time. I did a quick calculation and figured it was about one swimmer (or more) for every square foot of space – so you can just imagine how busy it was. When we first stepped out on the deck, my friend Jen put it disgustingly well: “It’s like DNA soup”! Ewww! And by soup she was referring to all the pee that was no doubt intermingling with all the swimmers (which was soon to include our petite entourage as well)! Did I say Ewww…cuz EW! Thank goodness for the powers of chlorine.

Once in the water we quickly discovered that those giant flutter boards were prized real estate: Mya had one but it got jacked pretty much the second it slipped from her tiny hands. However, despite the busyness of the place, we all had a great time and found comfort knowing we didn’t see any floating Band-Aids (but I guess that doesn’t necessarily guarantee that they weren’t there).

Recipe for DNA Soup: Take one public swimming pool and fill to capacity (say 350+). Let nature take its course. Then kick, splash and blow bubbles to your heart’s content.

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“Day to day nothing’s different, but five years later everything’s changed.”

I’m not sure where I picked up that quote, but its sentiments rang true for me this morning as I was getting excited about making sweet potatoes for Niko – peeling them, boiling them, blending them, freezing them, etc. Yes, that’s right, I wrote getting excited about making baby food. As I was cooking them up and listening to the radio, that song Home For a Rest came on, and then it donned on me: it’s St. Patty’s Day.

Not only is it St. Patty’s Day, but my bestie from uni, Jen, and her daughter Mya are coming to town today. She called a couple of days ago and because she’s on March Break, she decided to take a mommy-daughter roadie all the way to O-town. Seeing as Jen’s coming, it got me thinking about the many times that she and I have spent St. Patrick’s day together. My, how thing’s certainly have changed from us decking ourselves out completely in green, hitting the market (area of bars in downtown Ottawa) and guzzling green barley pops to our hearts’ content – not to mention her daring me to show my shamrock tattoo to just about everyone. This was all back in the pre-Borys days of course, so I guess it’s been a bit longer than the five years mentioned in the quote, but you get the idea.

Man, how thing’s have changed – from dancing leprechauns to excitement over pureed sweet potatoes. But despite the the change – the excitement is still there, and that’s a good thing, it’s just different.


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