SUNDAY – a day of rest, a day of worship, a day for football lovers, and an important day for women who take the beloved birth control pill.
Today was my special Sunday, when my next cycle was set to begin, as the empty spinning wheel dispenser told me. And what a surprise…as of 1:30pm, I hadn’t even called in my re-fill. Procrastination at its finest.
After finally placing the order at 2:00pm, I took a mental note of the pharmacy’s closing time, 6:00pm, and made the conscious decision to wait til after the girls’ naps to pick it up. They never sleep past 5:00pm, so we would have plenty of time to get there before closing.
Due to hyperactivity and a couple blow-outs, the standard 2:00pm naptime became more like 2:45pm and finally, by 3:00pm, ALL three of the Godwin Girls were sound asleep. On this particular Sunday, Steve was gone at a commercial casting session, and I was nursing a slight hangover from last night’s celebration for my friend’s 40th birthday, so I took the opportunity to catch some zzzz’s myself.
Periodically, throughout my nap, I groggily awoke, took a moment to figure out where I was, determined all was well with the world since I wasn’t hearing any unseemly noises on the monitor, briefly questioned the time but didn’t bother to actually check the clock, and fell back into my deep, deep glorious slumber.
Ultimately I awoke to Lexi’s cries and as I went to pick her up, my eyes glanced at the clock: 5:35pm.
I swiftly picked Lexi up, ran downstairs to call the pharmacy, all the while trying to coax my brain out of the dense fog it was wading in, and trying to figure out my most efficient plan of action. Do I try to get all three of us in the car and to the pharmacy within 25 minutes? Do I try to get a hold of my doctor and have her call it in to a different pharmacy with BETTER hours? What should I do?
Ring Ring…Hi, I have a prescription I need picked up TODAY, but I have two kids and don’t know if I can make it there by 6:00pm. Is there any way you can leave it at the Albertson’s customer service desk?
No, we’re not allowed to do that.
Ok, well then is there anyway you can just stay a few minutes late? It would just be a few minutes.
No, they make us leave right at 6:00pm.
Ok, well then can you call it in to a different Sav-On?
No, all our locations close at 6:00pm. But we open at 9:00am tomorrow morning, why don’t you pick it up then.
Inner Monologue: Ok, Little Miss Unhelpful, Uncooperative, Unfriendly Thang…
#1 – Are not on the pill so you don’t know the RAGING hormonal rollercoaster that ensues after one skipped pill
#2 – Do not understand the imperative nature of preventing an oopsies.
I looked at the clock – 4:43pm.
Ok, we’ll be right there.
I dashed upstairs, woke Lily out of her deep sleep, threw sweatshirts on all three of us, told Lil to grab her flip flops as I grabbed mine, buckled the kids in their car seats and we were off.
It was 5:51pm.
After 8 minutes of praying to the Green Light Gods, driving like a cautious bat out of hell, and cursing the m-f’ers who were taking their leisurely Sunday late afternoon drives, we barreled into the parking lot, parked the car and RAN into the store. There I was, no make-up, hair disheveled, a kid under each arm, with my tank top being pulled down in the front by both girls who were hanging on for dear life. It was a SIGHT to be SEEN, I am quite sure.
As I reached the pharmacy counter it was 5:59:30. The rolldown doors were all shut except for one little area where the cash register sits. I saw the pharmacist standing, arm crossed, scowling, as he mouthed the words here she comes.
Huffing and puffing I reached the counter, Phew, I made it.
What’s your name? Said the same unfriendly gal, in the same unfriendly tone.
Godwin, Burt-Godwin. B-u-r-t. (This is where the whole hyphenating thing gets a little tricky).
As she fetched my prescription from the fancy hanging rack, I said, kinda under my breath, my stanky dragon wine hangover breath, yet still kinda loud enough for them to hear…
I’m gonna need to switch pharmacy’s ’cause this just isn’t working out for me.
No reply, from either the grumpy pharmacist or the unfriendly, unmarried, apparently celibate clerk.
I swiped the card, snatched up my prescription and proceeded to do a happy dance with Lil and Lexi in the aisle.
We made it! Woo Hoo. High-fives, fist bumps and hugs all around.
From there we walked around Albertson’s to pick up a few essentials, and my mind raced with all the things I could have said to clerk. I should have asked her if she has ever been on the pill, or if she has ever heard of BENDING the rules a little for a mom who needs to catch a much needed break.
Right then I saw her at the end of the aisle. We caught eyes and I thought, oh, here is my chance. We were walking towards each other.
Inner Monologue: I’m gonna say something…here I go…she’s gonna get a piece of my mind…
I stopped right in front of her and before I could say a word, she held up her right hand and dangled a set of keys.
Are these yours?
I told you, I always misplace my damn keys!
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