Fruit Inspection

Everyone wants to know what’s on the kids Christmas wish list. Savannah is writing letters to Santa. Strangers stop us in the store to ask the children what they want this year. What about me, I ask? I have a wish list too. And today, it would have sounded something like this:

~ I wish I liked my doctor. But since I don’t…

~ I wish walk in clinics had a playroom in the corner like the pediatricians office does.

~ I wish that, at 36, I wasn’t too old to go to the Dr snuggled in my warm jammies, or too young to show up in a robe and slippers.

~ I wish that, in an effort to keep my 3 year old son occupied for an hour and a half, I wouldn’t have used the color “brown” in a game of eye-spy. I could have avoided an awkward situation when Savanhan shouted “His skin!!!” while pointing to the doctor.

~ I wish the drive thru pharmacy didn’t need a full 45 minutes to fill my prescription.

~ I wish infections that came with this much sinus pressure and pain, also included some kind of signal to the oustide world. That way, when I gave the kids their chicken nuggets, then laid my head down on the table and closed my eyes, the other Wendy’s patrons didn’t question my parenting abilities.

~ I wish that when I did arrive back at said pharmacy, they would have had all the medicine I needed to avoid going back this weekend.

~ I wish I would have read the “may cause drowsiness” on the bottle before I took the meds at 3:00 in the afternoon.

~ I wish ….yawn…it would just.stop.pounding!!!