This morning I took Scarlette to her GI specialist appointment.
It was a two hour drive to Atlanta in rush hour traffic. That was super fun with an infant. Especially one hooked to all sorts of monitors. It's just a little bit unnerving when a loose wire sets an alarm off while you're on the interstate, I'm just saying.
When I got there, they informed me that oops! my appointment was supposed to be at the satellite office.
The satellite office? It's 45 minutes from our house.
I cried in front of many, many people in that waiting room this morning.
Then I drove back to the satellite office, where upon checking out with Scarlette on my hip, the lady at the desk looked at me and asked
"Do you need me to write you a note to excuse you from school today?"
Seriously, y'all. Seriously.
(eta: you know what's even funnier? I totally sacrificed some sleep to put on makeup and wear heels today.)
