Today, I am lady who runs all over town imploring her poor child to stay awake. I'm sure everyone was terribly entertained by this change from the lady who pushes the giant yellow stroller while dragging a chubby beagle and saying "whatever that is, it's not dog food."
The dog is unwell once more. Her bladder is a very delicate flower.
And so at 10:15, I texted my husband that I had finally managed to finish mopping, get myself all tooth brushed and clean-shirted and all that between trips outside and caring for a small child, and could now accept an appointment at the vet any time more than a half an hour from presently if he could please make said appointment. He made an appointment for 11.
At 10:30, I found myself thinking "This child looks..." and then began the endless parade of "Soon! Soon! You can sleep soon! Not now!"
We were done with the vet pretty quickly. Probably 11:30. Results pending, antibiotics prescribed, two more pounds gained, etc. The woman at check out remarked upon how very tired this child appeared.
All the way home I made noise. I made the dog sit back there with her to be stimulating.
We had to get gas. Since she is often asleep in the car and awakens when I turn it off, this was a prime opportunity. We played some great peekaboo while filling up.
Home. A lunch in which Mom begs you to just hold out a little longer, please.
Then we ran errands.
We had to get a new street parking permit and the hours for that are basically French. It wasn't technically the last minute, but practically the last minute.
There was no time for napping first unless I wanted to take my chances with the actual literal last minute tomorrow.
I used the less comfortable stroller, seat totally upright and off we ran through town "Almost! Please stay awake! Soon!"
Then we stopped in the grocery store to get bread for dinner. A little pick me up and also no telling when/if the stars might align to get back out without Poor Puppy Pees Too Much.
By one pm, my long suffering daughter was finally asleep.