A Sort of Manic Morning

I just dropped off my eldest at Fencing Camp just now. Yesterday was his first day, and he had a blast. He met lots of new kids and made plenty of new friends. His wrist seems to be holding up just fine (that pesky bubble is NOT getting bigger thankfully!) He is so happy to be back fencing again.

We were supposed to have gone back to the , um- well doctor's office this morning (am having hope that the original one that is out on vacation will eventually come back so we can see him.) I was going to try and reschedule our appointment with them so that Bregon wouldn't have to miss camp (it's only a week long,) so yesterday morning I called and spoke with the receptionist.

It's a really good thing that I did call them before I made my eldest miss Fencing Camp and hauled everyone up there for the scheduled appointment. As luck would have it, the person who gave us the appointment card last Tuesday did not enter it into the computer system so that slot was filled by somebody else already.

I really did want to reschedule that appointment. In the first place, it was scheduled during prime triplet nap time. I felt that they would NOT be nice for the receptionist while waiting on big brother and I to do whatever it is they have scheduled us for! She may not have gotten lucky a second time with putting them in front of "Shrek 2" to quiet and amuse my trio. Second of all, I wanted Bregon to be able to have his week of Fencing Camp since he has been out of fencing for so very long and has missed it so.

I didn't expect them to have dropped us from the list altogether, though. I suppose I should just be glad that it wasn't something more. After all, there was this one time when our insurance company actually tried to tell our pediatrician's billing office that I only have one baby and not three of the same exact age (they weren't including my eldest because it was a well baby visit charge.) Of course it must have been a system error!

After much thought and deliberation, they came to the conclusion that my son should be re-entered into the system. Well, that was according to the lady I spoke with yesterday morning who advised me that we needed to come back on July 23rd at 8 o'clock sharp.

She thought I was a bit off when I asked if they would be open that early. She honestly does not seem to remember driving up and finding us hanging out in front of their very locked door, trying to blend in and act natural while waiting for them to open last Tuesday in all of our triplet glory at 8:15. I thanked her and let her know that we would be there bright and early and ready to go.

I really do have hopes that this will all work out for the best. I am a bit worried about the office forgetting about us and losing our information though. It is a bit unsettling. Then again, if we had tried to keep our appointment this morning, I would have missed seeing one of those rare and silly things that sometimes happen when you least expect it.

On the way home from Fencing Camp, I ran across this little guy joy riding on a riding lawnmower up and down Ockley (the few blocks end of it between Fairfield and Southern.) I suppose he is practicing cutting the concrete? Who knows. He was turning around when I was passing by and seemed to be sure of his path and set on his way. I am sort of worried that he might be a big greasy spot in the street because the traffic there is really scary. I am going to keep an eye out when I go pick up Bregon from camp, just to make sure. So far, I haven't heard any crunch or bangy-noises... yet.