Taking three children to the dentist at eight o'clock in the morning is a very lengthy and difficult task in itself. Finding out on the way down the highway that pretty much everyone in the tribe including the elders have come down with a stomach virus that makes them either throw up or just feel like they are going to every fifteen minutes or so complicates this task further. Getting to the dentist and trying to reschedule the appointments from the parking lot while cleaning up puke from everything in sight with nasty smelling baby wipes (that you had no idea smelled so bad when you bought them) is obviously an imposing and complicated task which one should never in a million years think will be acceptable to a receptionist at a pediatric dental office. Dealing with stupid people who don't care that they insisted you keep your appointment therefore your children are throwing up all over their waiting room full of people is a very trying task. Even Mr. Monkey had me pick him back up only a couple of hours after dropping him off at work because he was sick too. Today should have been rescheduled. Yes, the whole day.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 28, 2002 at 06:12 PM