Thursday, 2 October 2014

And so it begins.

Waiting. I hate waiting. I hate waiting. It has to literally be the most boring thing out there to do. Besides folding socks. Because that sucks as well. But nothing sucks so much as waiting. Wait, wait, wait. Hurry up and wait.

Called Dinky's peds office like I was supposed to this morning and I could hear said ped in the background yelling at someone on the phone. HIs receptionist is amazing and she told me that Dr. M is having one hell of a time trying to get a hold of anyone in regards to getting Dinky down to Childrens and start getting a clue as to why he's hypotonic.

So I was told to watch the mail this weekend or early next week, depending on when someone gets back to Dr. M. We'll have all the information needed on the paperwork she's going to be sending for us. Fingers crossed that it gives us a clue as to what's happening and when!

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Hurry up mail. Deliver to us the paperwork that will tell us what to do.

Before Christmas would be amazing. So that we could finish the Christmas shopping we need to do while we are down South. Not that there's much left to do. I've been the good wife and have a bunch of stuff bought and paid for already. Gifts are starting to make a nice pile in Dinky's closet. The best thing about early shopping is I have the time to sit back and look around for deals. What will give me the best deal where?

So far, I think the tally is just shy of $450. That includes Tink's birthday gifts, Christmas gifts for R2D2, Dinky and Tink, husby, my mum and his parents. Let me tell you. There's a lot of stuff floating around the house for that money. Okay, maybe not floating around the house because I don't have all of it yet, but lots of it is in various stages of shipped. Next up on the list is stocking stuffers. Thank yoooooooooooooou dollar stores for providing us with the best place to find neat things for a decent price!

And with that I should probably think about possibly getting ready to get serious about tidying up the house. After a cup of coffee that is.

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