Lesson #106: Never take a sick toddler anywhere. Especially somewhere that requires waiting. Even if it's just for a minute.
Today was Dominic's first vet visit since coming to live with us. We wanted to get him checked out, and establish a relationship with a vet, just in case we need one in the future. (We had one for Lilo, but we weren't crazy about him, and his office was 20 minutes away.)
I got there a few minutes early, anticipating the inevitable barrage of paperwork that comes with going anywhere new.* We arrived, and were immediately taken to an exam room and handed a clipboard and a pen. I rolled up my sleeves and dove into the paperwork frenzy.
It was a single page. Front only. Lots of white space.
Which meant that I now had several minutes to wait in the tiny exam room with a Very Worried Dog and a Very Cranky Toddler. Not a good mix. Dominic laid under my feet, whining, probably expecting to be left here or worse. Miles, meanwhile, ran laps around the room. In the space of two minutes, he asked for Goldfish and a book, pushed the doctor stool around the room a half-dozen times, threw his Goldfish angrily at the floor and tried to take the dog's leash from me. And then I wiped his nose.
All hell broke loose. He threw his head back, arched his spine, and wailed. He punched and kicked and tossed and turned like a fish flopping around on a dock. Snot and saliva flew. Eardrums were pierced. Bruises were inflicted upon an unsuspecting and helpless Mommy.
Who was still trying to hold on to the dog and keep him calm.
In the end, the vet came in, Miles calmed down, the dog was given a clean bill of health, and we went home. Where Miles promptly fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from his first-class tantrum. And I fell into a heap in my chair to blog and watch the neighbors call the cops on each other repeatedly. For an hour.
Ahh, it's so relaxing to be a stay at home mom!
* Seriously, there's a reason I don't go to new restaurants anymore. By the time I finish the paperwork, I'm famished! :)