Shot In The Arm

Today I went for my “annual visit”…ladies, you know the one.

It was a hectic morning trying to get out of the house…

Showering

Sipping my coffee

Toasting up a waffle

Pouring some Cheerios & milk

Feeding the dogs

Letting the dogs out

Having Elliott draw a picture for Teacher Appreciation Week

Remembering it’s Tuesday and the gardeners are coming

Picking up the poop and myriad of toys in the backyard

Mixing up chocolate milk

Getting everyone dressed

Dropping Holden off at the neighbor’s

Listening to Elliott cry and whine because she can’t stay at the neighbor’s

Blah, Blah, Blah!

One of THOSE mornings where you wonder how people with more than 2 kids do it…

I dropped Elliott off at school and was 40 minutes early to my appointment. I was literally looking forward to sitting in my car for awhile ~ alone ~ with my own thoughts. No phone calls. No music.

I hate being late to appointments so I showed up at 9:30 for my 10:00 and read some magazines. Again, ALONE which was so nice! So much for getting there early…I was still reading those same magazines 45 minutes later after several women came and signed in AFTER me. Saying that they were there for their 10:30 appt and going in before me???

Ugh!

I started getting irritated and went up to ask the girl “Uh, when are they gonna call me?” “You’re next.” Well, duh….I know I’m next because I am the ONLY one in here now!

Ugh!

Fast forward 10 minutes and now I’m irritated AND wearing a pink paper top with a white paper sheet half skirt and sitting…waiting!

Ugh!

Finally, there is the knock on the door followed by my midwife fighting through the curtain to enter the room. Carrying her laptop and opening it to get started. Fortunately I am an easy patient. Nothing new to report. Just there for my yearly visit.

But…

She was so sweet and so impressed with my weight loss since last Spring. She complimented me on my blood pressure. She asked me more about my half marathon and where I was doing boot camp. She was like my own little personal health cheerleader. Telling me to keep up the good work.

That’s all. That’s all I needed to turn my morning around. A little shot in the arm to let me know I am going in the right direction. A little “Rah! Rah!” from the white coat!

It felt so good.

Can’t wait to go back next Spring and see what she says about me then.

Look out 40, here I come!