Days are never wasted, but sometimes they feel that way.
Today was somewhat like that.
The day didn’t start off all that well to begin with. Kurt’s alarm started going off sometime after 6am this morning, and he was so tired he didn’t hear it for quite some time. Finally he got up, only to hit the snooze and repeat the cycle nine minutes later. That happened three times in total, and by that time I was pretty much awake. For some odd reason, my brain gets all paranoid that he’s going to be late for work, so it starts going in overdrive worrying about his possible tardiness. I don’t know why I worry so; it really doesn’t matter if he’s late or not. Obviously, it would be a problem if he were chronically late, but he isn’t docked in pay at all for not showing up on time.
I guess that’s the benefit to being paid 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Then again, sometimes he does work 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
Remind me not to join the Navy.
I ended up just staying awake and reading in bed until it was time to get up. And today had to be an early day. Grace had her 3-year well-baby appointment today to make sure she was all nice and healthy. Appointment time, 9am. Bleccch.
I am so not a morning person.
However, we live just five minutes from the clinic, so even though I was running slightly late, it wasn’t a problem. We met her new doctor, who is not a pediatrician, but is a general practitioner. I don’t really mind, since Grace will see specialists for various reasons, and I figure at this stage in her life, she can see a GP with no ill effects. I like her new doctor, a female about my parents’ age who really seems to know what she’s doing. I took to her immediately.
Then it was off to the referral management office to get Grace’s referrals taken care of. She has to see a dermatologist for the giant birthmark on her hip, and a pediatric allergist for her nut/peanut allergy. The dermatologist is located at the clinic, which is quite nice, as the clerk was able to set up an appointment for me without my having to do anything else. Kurt was surprised that the earliest appointment wasn’t for another three weeks, but I thought it was sort of par for the course when it comes to non-emergency specialists.
The pediatric allergist is quite another matter. We have to go to a civilian doctor for that, but one is located right here in town. I was really surprised, as I assumed we’d have to go to Providence, if not out of state, to find a pediatric allergist. Getting an appointment with them will be quite another matter. Once the authorization goes through, I’ll get a letter from my insurance, at which point I’ll call the allergist to make an appointment at their earliest convenience. Next I call the insurance company back, and then the wheels of bureaucracy take over. I have no idea when Grace will be fitted in and seen. Our last allergist only worked in my town one day a month, and if you missed that day, you had to wait till the next month to be seen.
Actually, I guess I did get a lot done today! Now written all out, it seems like I achieved a lot even before 10am.
But my day wasn’t over. This afternoon I went back up to Providence with my new friend TC. She wanted to put a few applications in. She’s been a waitress for the last few months, but her tips are drying up as winter approaches Newport. They also would love to move to Providence, so it made sense for her to look for a job there.
One place at which she applied offered her a job, starting Sunday. It would mean a steady paycheck, no longer subject to the vagaries of the tourist industry. I’m really happy for her.
But as the afternoon was winding down, she looked at me and said, “So you don’t work at all?” And I said, no, I don’t work at all. I was afraid she was going to express some kind of envy that I don’t work, or inform me that I need to get a job. But instead she floored me with her next question: “Will you watch my daughter?”
I was really flummoxed since I wasn’t expecting that kind of question. But I told her that while I would be glad to fill in as an emergency babysitter, like if her regular childcare provider called in sick, I couldn’t be the full-time permanent caregiver.
Maybe it’s selfish of me to not help out my new friend like this, and I feel guilty for turning her down. But I am not well-equipped to deal with children, other than my own. I’ve really gotten used to Grace’s quirks and needs, and I can anticipate what she wants or needs before she even realizes it. I can easily take Grace with me to go shopping around town, or wait till Kurt comes home so I can go by myself.
Grace is plenty to deal with when I need to get things done. Two very independent and somewhat headstrong kids, aged 3 and 18 months, would send me over the edge into insanity.
Also I don’t really feel qualified to watch someone else’s kid. I haven’t taken any parenting classes. I am not even infant CPR-qualified! It’s one thing if I screw up my kid, but quite another to screw up someone that doesn’t carry my DNA.
I still feel guilty, though. And I hope to hell this doesn’t cause the end of our budding friendship.