I have about two weeks maternity leave left. I had this huge to-do list before I went on leave and I am leaving every thing to the last minute. In my defense, some things have added on along the way and obstacles have presented themselves.
We need to change the kids' birth certificates as they're registered "Abridged". Everyone keeps telling me to get "Unabridged" and I don't even know why. I always nod and smile and pretend that I'm a good mother because a good mother would have registered her children correctly.
Also have to sort citizenship issues with the boys! And new passports and IDs for Thailand and get glasses and take kids for more check-ups and vaccinations, remove my wisdom teeth and all those other things that you can't slip in to a lunch break or a Saturday morning.
Also have to tackle the dreaded Mirena. Not excited. After two kids in two years I literally shudder at the word "gynecologist". I'm about as excited to see that guy as I am the dentist. At my last check up and the pap smear, I dressed and said "No offense, but I really hope not to see you for a very long time" He laughed.
I am even scared of the optometrist. Graeme tried to put eye drops in my eyes the other morning. I was seriously sick and looking like a panda. It took about 20 minutes of convincing, and me running away about 7 times, until he eventually pinned me down and forced my eyelids open.
I hate medicine about as much as I hate home affairs.
But do these things we must.
LOL thats alot to tackle in the next 2 weeks :)
ReplyDeleteI also dont get the whole unabridged thing - not even sure what my kids have at the moment!
Laura, stay positive with me here, I can do this!
ReplyDeleteApparently it's a mission from hell if your kids want to apply for a visa one day or something weird?
Thanks, now I need to go and get an unabridged birth certificate as well. I guess it will be ok if I do it tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteAs for your feelings re the gynecologist, I feel you! I have only had one child, but during that period I have lain before that man spread eagled more times than with my husband.
Worse thing is, I go to the same church as him....makes for some uncomfortable conversations I tell you.