Today I was brave. Today I had the day off due to T’s daycare apparently having a brain fart, and deciding that today would be a great day to close instead of Friday. You know, when the rest of the world seems to be off work. Okay, I’m not really that upset because – HELLO! I had all day off and somewhere to drop the hellion off for the entire day. I was also okay with taking a vacation day today since I didn’t have anything pressing that would require me to be present Monday. Oh darn, another 4 day weekend, whatever shall I do?
Aaaannnndddd…. cue Murphy’s Law. Thursday AM I was reading Attorney B’s calendar when I noticed an initial meeting on a new case I had been assigned. Trying to cover my bases (ok, cover my ass, really) I emailed Attorney B to just to make sure he knew we didn’t have any medical records on the case yet, and in case they were sitting on his desk somewhere, get him to pull his head out of his ass long enough to give them to me. Sure enough, I get an email to contact the doctor’s office manager right away to get the records ASAP. Oh yeah, they’re going to love that phone call. “Sorry, my boss just now realized that we have nothing to meet with your boss about on Wednesday. Would you mind stopping everything and sending me a copy of the file. Now. Pretty please?” But even that turned out to be not as bad as it could have been. They actually did have the records copied and waiting for us to pick up. Except that they are 2 hours away from our office and we had no idea the records were waiting for us. But they agreed to fax the records. (FYI, I HATE faxed medical records. Let’s take something that is sometimes difficult to read anyway & make an even worse copy. Great idea.) Thankfully, it was only about 60 pages, so big deal.
Here’s the part that totally screws up my Monday off. Attorney B is meeting with this client on Wed AM. At the client’s office, 2 hours away. Which means I will not be seeing him on Wed AM to get the records to him. He’s also out of the office Tuesday afternoon for another meeting. So that would leave me with just Tuesday AM to get everything together and to him. I spent a few hours this weekend organizing and summarizing the chart, and doing some preliminary medical research on the issues. That’s fine, but I really need to get make labels, 2 copies of the records and print everything out. Ideally, I probably would have considered going into the office on Saturday or Sunday to finish. Nope, I decide it’s a really great idea to take Mr. T., aka the Hellion, to the office with me for an hour or two on Monday to finalize everything.
And that’s where the title of this post comes in. Making labels and 2 extra copies of the chart in notebooks is usually not a difficult task. Except when you’ve got a 3 year old rummaging through your desk drawer, using that White-out tape stuff to decorate your desk and insisting he sit on your lap and play. Oh yeah, and finding the black Sharpie in your pen holder. I had packed him a bag to bring with snacks, juice boxes, monster trucks, extra Pull-Ups, and his new hand-held electronic game player. He’s obsessed with the game player lately, but do you think he’d sit still and actually play with it when I wanted him to? If you have kids, or have even spent any time around them, you already know the answer to this is, “Are you flippin’ crazy?” He had no interest in his game player until about 10 minutes before I was ready to leave. Naturally.
And Murphy’s Law struck again. When you really, really, REALLY need to be able to make some copies and scan records quickly, the main copier will be down. Yep, I was stuck using our incredibly slow, rinky-dink, back up copier. Which sucks hairy camel nads. And doesn’t 3 hole punch. And guess what else? Since it had been so long since I had used that copier for multiple copies in a while, I forgot that you have to tell it collate. So I’m trying to make copies as quickly as I can, and hoping that Mr. T keeps his cute little butt inside my office. I had thought about taking him with me, but 3 year old’s don’t stand still very well. Their volume level is always incredibly, skull-shatteringly loud, as well. At one point, I looked over and could see the top of my office door was now open. I ran over and expected to see him peering out, but he WAS.NOT.THERE. I barely had time to panic, when I heard something behind me and turned around to see him in an empty cubicle right out side my door, standing among boxes stacked about as high as he is. I didn’t even have to say anything. I glared at him, and he replied, “Mommy, I was waiting for you here.” Yeah, sure kid. Way to think on your feet, though.
We got out of there in about 2 hours. I took him to McDonald’s for lunch and to let him get the wiggles out on the playground. Then he pitched a ROYAL fit when it was time to leave. Despite a discussion and lots of warnings and threats about doing so before we even got there. He continued to show his butt all the way home and when I tried to put him down for a nap. Or at least “rest time”. Actually, the rest time is for me. Also, so I don’t have to post bail or explain why I’ve stuck him beside the road with a sign reading, “Free to Good Home.”
Seriously, I know he’s got a bad kid. But DAMN. 3 year olds will exhaust you. It was really my fault for expecting too much of him. He really wasn’t too bad at the office, it was the aftermath at McDonald’s and on the way home that did me in. I should have known that keeping him cooped up for 2 hours and then expecting him to willingly and happily leave the McDonald’s would be too much. We were pushing the limits on nap time, as well.
But, the cutest thing ever today? When we walked into my office, he said, “Where are the toys?” He really expected toys to be there. Really, doesn’t EVERYBODY have toys everywhere they go? I really hope someone overheard him say that because I’d hate to have been the only one to get a chuckle out of that.
Really, I will be happy to get back to the office tomorrow. God only knows what little surprises T has left for me around my office.
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