Sunday, September 10, 2006
As If I Weren't Embarrassed Enough...
Friday morning, the Little Guy had an early orthodontist appointment. We usually go later in the morning, but since school has started, it's easier to take him directly there and then to school instead of going through the whole check-out process at the attendance office.
I'm suffering from end-of-season allergies and have been waking up in the mornings with concrete-face after taking an antihistamine before bed. It takes a couple of hours standing upright for that crap in my sinuses to loosen up and flow. Needless to say, I feel like my head is 5 feet wide!!
When we got to the ortho's in time for our 7:30 appointment, the place was packed---standing room only.
As soon as a seat opened up far across the room, I told Little Guy to go sit down. I stood on the other side by the windows and gazed up into the mountains. People came in, people went out...I was amazed at how quietly this was done.
After awhile, one of my most favorite songs ever came on the radio from behind the receptionist's desk. "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. I stood there tapping my foot to the tune, and looked out on a glorious landscape.
It was shaping up to be a beautiful morning.
I turned around. And clapped my hands over my mouth to keep from guffawing out loud.
There was an entire room of heads bobbing up and down in perfect time to the music!
I tried to hold it in.
I did, I promise! Tears were spurting out of my eyes from the effort.
Little Guy, ever-so-observant, called to me from across the room. Are you ok, Mom? Are you crying?
20 Bobble Heads swiveled my way.
Yes, they were still bobbing.
I didn't break out into hysterical laughter.
Oh no. That would have been merciful under the circumstances.
I did something worse.
A humongous geyser of snot flew out of my nose, through my fingers and all over the backs of my hands. I ran out of the office like my ass was on fire to find the ladies room.
I could hear Little Guy calling after me...Mom? Did you get snot all over you? Mom?
Kids, gotta love 'em.
Or sell them to a traveling circus...