My tooth was killing me. I managed to snag a 12 pm dentist appointment so he could see if my recent red and pink jelly bean addiction had done me in. Problem? Madeline usually naps from around 9:30 am until I pick Nicholas up at school mid-afternoon, so this could be tricky. My mom offered to watch Maddie while I ran to the dentist. Methinks this is a great idea since if I wake her up mid-nap, it’s going to be quite the challenge keeping her quiet while the dentist is knee-deep in my mouth.
Calculating backwards, I need to leave the house 20 minutes before my appointment to drop Maddie off, and still make it in time (if my Dad read Sweetnicks, I could see him shaking his head right about now, thinking I should be leaving waaay earlier than that; he’d probably be right). I debate about packing a diaper bag. I know, you’d think after two kids, I’d have one packed and ready to go at all times. Yeah, sure. I reason that it will only be an hour, tops, and she’ll be fine without it.
With just a few seconds to spare, I second-guess myself and dash upstairs. Looking for a brand new package of diapers that I can’t find, I grab one in the next size up, and a travel thing of wipes. Head downstairs and buckle her into the carseat and we’re ready to go. Until I catch that certain whiff…
“Oh Maddie, are you kidding me?” Looking at the clock, I’ve got to hustle. Put a blanket on the floor, and quickly change her diaper, using the too-big one I just grabbed from upstairs. Load her back into the car seat, figuring now I can probably drop her off without another diaper – since she’s gotten that out of the way.
I start walking out the door, keys in hand … and Maddie strikes again. Of for the love of God. Just beam me up now. Seriously, is there a camera around that I’m not aware of? Has Allen Funt risen from the dead?
Back inside, unbuckle her from the car seat, run upstairs, grab ANOTHER diaper, change her all over again, back in the car seat she goes. And Miss Maddie? All the while, giggling up a storm. Another one in the Sweetnicks family with a questionable sense of humor.
Jumped in the car, raced to drop her off at my mom’s and slid into the dentist’s chair only two minutes late (I swear I wasn’t speeding!). The verdict? Root canal. Lovely. Just lovely.
ooooh CUTIE!!! Maddie, you are just too adorable. I just wanna pinch those chubby cheeks!
The Sister In-Law says
2 spoiled diapers and a root canal all in under an hour… YIKES!!!
Look at the faces – how can one be mad :)
Look at that sweet face! I don’t believe that an awful stench could come out of something that cute!
Oh dear… I’ve had one of those days many times and seriously, you just can’t believe it is happening. You end up looking back and laughing.
Root canal… eeks. Yours ended up not so good though!
Oh my goodness! Does she look like Nicholas or WHAT!
What a day! Sorry about the tooth…I’ve had a root canal, when I was in 9th grade; however, the tooth was dead, so no shot. Hope all goes well.
So when you get your root canal, insist on earphone for your favorite music (all that drilling and poking is noisy), laughing gas (why not mellow out), and the regular pain killer. You will do fine. Jan