Friday, August 9, 2013

Sports Physicals and Banana Pudding Pie

It's just been that kind of week.  The one that you are glad when it's over.  Trying to be thankful and see the glass half full has been something I've always attempted but this week it was a lesson in futility.  Or at least that is what it seemed until today.  Today- glorious Friday,  the start of my loooong weekend (4 days as sleep) and an brilliantly sunny day.
The week doesn't bode anymore air time except to say "life is sometimes only about survival".  I survived.  
Moving forward now, today I had the distinct priveledge of taking Barry and Hanna to their last High School sports physical.  Normally we are behind the 8 ball having to do this in less than 24 hours or they cant play in their first game at school but not this year, momma planned ahead and remembered to schedule it for the last Friday of Summer.  Go Mom!  well anyway, today's visit also boasted No co-pay which even made it better.
Taking these two to the Dr. brings back those early days when as little babies (like 18 to 24 months) They would loose their minds once we drove onto the Gene Snyder freeway in Kentucky because they knew they were on their way to the dr.  They'll tell you now, "mom use to lie to us and tell us we werent going to the Dr but to Chucky Cheese ".   Hey, Im not proud, You would not believe how loud and insane they were.   It was horrible.  Yep, I lied to my kids and I would do it again.  So there, to all you non lying I would never tell my kids theres a Santa Clause or Easter Bunny or that your pregnant on April Fools Day parents.  Crying toddlers are the worst and like I told them today, they were gonna have to have therapy anyway, I just gave em something to talk about.    
Today they heard a youngun crying at the dr 's office and laughed.  I said, that's what you guys use to sound like.  The man who checked us in was listening to us, (its hard not to because we can be rather loud ) and said "sometimes they still do".    Love those moments.
We made our way back to the exam area where they were weighed (always a blast), height measured and given their eye sight and hearing tests.  Barry successfully memorized the eye chart to pass yet another year. As It turns out, Hanna has grown 1/2 an inch and Barry has shrunk 1/2 an inch.  I think the nurse was generous with Hanna and not so much with Bear.  But she evened thecscore when she asked Hanna about her workouts.   Do you exercise?  Really?  how often? Really, How long?  Oh, ok. Then to Barry she said, "you obviously work out".  With my non-competitive twins and their sweet, gentle nature You can imagine the comments that brought out.  
It was following a check of their medical history that it was discovered they needed some booster vaccinations.  11 between the 2 of them to be exact.  Mother of the year strikes again.  It's another one of those therapy opportunities and well, I have some of the most entertaining videos from the shots.  Bear had 5 and Hanna 6.  It was both tragic and hysterical depending on which side of the needle you were on.  
Their were Mickey Mouse band aides, zinging insults, airborn Dr. Instruments and scrunched up faces.  a good time was had by all.
Tori surprised us in the waiting room and joined us for lunch.  God knows we love us some yummy  dinner rolls at OCharlies.  
We bought school supplies and retold the best lines from comedy centrals last big night.  Trying not to offend any other customers along the way.  FUN FUN FUN. 
After a day with my 16 yr old twins, laughing and spending their daddy's money, the dregs of my angst filled week were fading away.  
Speaking of their Daddy, he has had a particularly difficult week as well.  Working in the super damp rain soaked, humidity ladden Georgia countryside, managing his crews, staying on top of the activities of his 4 children while dealing with a hot flashing wife, Paying for crowns, root canals, flooded basements, new school uniforms and vehicle mishaps all bring out their own stressors.  Stresses that even his 5am workouts dont help.  He needed pie.  Not just any pie but something amazing and special.  So like Will Smith who used pie for all that ails you in Men in Black, I made my man a Banana Pudding Pie.  Just seemed like the thing to do.  It was the perfect end to a beautiful sunny day and filled his hardworking mans belly thus creating that happiness that all good southern women know how to both exploit and employ.  When in doubt, feed em.  
So now, my babies are prepping for their last first day of school, my hubby is sleeping in a food
enduced coma and all is right with the world.
Yep, I will say it again. Life is sometimes all about survival, getting thru the tough stuff so you can enjoy those emerald moments hiding throughout.  Moments like today! 

1 comment:

  1. banana pudding pie....now that sounds good...what a passage of life as well, the last school physical......smiles...it is going through the tough stuff, but there are plenty of these gems along the way....

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