So today we whisked James away to Texas’ Children’s Hospital for an ultrasound on his finger. He was remarkably calm while in the waiting room and on the way through the hospital, but once we entered the exam room, the waterworks started. He was crying and gasping and freaking out so much that for a second there, I thought he might faint or have a seizure. I still don’t really know what is going on with it. But I briefly daydreamed about the last time I was around an ultrasound machine. And then at the mall I saw a pair of infant twin girls in a dual stroller and my uterus started to twinge again. SIGH.
I was considering getting a massage today while at the mall in Houston, but I decided against it. First of all, it’s tax-free shopping days so the mall was a crazy house. And second of all, the closer I have it done to home, the less time I have to spend in the car dealing with traffic and whatnot. Rob suggested I just sit in one of those chairs and let them give me a massage in the middle of the food court but if I’m going to spend money on a massage, I want it done right. I’ll spend an extra $12.00 to have my privacy and my comforting atmosphere THANK YOU!
But I did buy some underwear at Victoria’s Secret. Tax free panties! I also bought a bottle of massage oil. I wonder if the guy (yes, guy) that cashed me out at Victoria’s Secret is ever mildly aroused by the items that women buy.
I’d like to say that it was a good day, all in all, but I can’t say that. I’m completely exhausted and James is running a fever. I have to work tomorrow and I haven’t washed my uniform. A thunderstorm is rolling in (the same one we drove through on our way home) and this entry lost steam a LONG time ago.
Here comes the rain again, leaking through the roof like a complete pain in the ass.