I need all of your help to settle a little dispute between Crazy Husband (CH) and Sane Wife (aka, Me). There is a little wager over who is right….and if you are all sane like me you’ll agree that I deserve to win the two hour massage. However, if you are crazy and think CH is right then he’ll get some sort of drum add on thingymajig.

Yesterday we had to take the babies to get the second round of their flu shots. I never ever take the babies for shots alone because it is too hard to comfort them both and get them both dressed and undressed at the doctors office. Everybody knows you should get to the doctors office on time, right? I mean who leaves from work only 30 minutes early IN RUSH HOUR when the doctors office is 35 minutes away in good traffic? Who I ask!?!?!

The scenario goes something like this:

3:45 I get to the doctors office early and drive around waiting for CH to get there. You see, I forgot to bring the double stroller and have no way of getting both babies into the office without help.

3:55 No sign of CH. I call CH to see how close he is and apparently the rush hour traffic is busy….you know, how rush hour traffic usually is so he is nowhere near the doctors office. Ut oh. Not good. Not good at all! I remember that I have the single stroller in the car. One baby in the stroller while I carry the other baby into the office. Viola’.

4:00 Sign in and immediately get called back. You see when you don’t have to see an actual Dr. you get taken back quickly.

4:05 Both babies crying and fussing. One wants out of the stroller the other wants out of my arms. I try crackers, no luck. I try singing, no luck. The crying is getting louder and louder so I do something gross. I let them crawl around on the dirty, germ ridden floor and cruise on the dirty, germy office furniture. Eww and Ewww! Normally I never let them touch anything in the doctors office for fear they will get some germies. But since I am ALONE and STRESSED I let them ewwwily crawl around.

4:15 Nurse comes in to give the shots. *STRESS* I’m wondering how this is going to go down. Shenzie starts fussing when she sees the nurse so I pick her up in one arm and Heaten in the other while trying to pull his pants down. I somehow have to hold him down and hold Shenzie and comfort Heaten because he just got stuck with a needle. The nurse wastes no time saying she is ready for Shenzie. I am still trying to somehow comfort crying/screaming Heaten while pulling his pants up and pulling Shenzie’s pants down. They are both now crying and I am a bundle of nervous stress. Now Shenzie is screaming with her pants around her ankles. Heaten is still screaming while I finish pulling his pants up and set him on the EWWW dirty floor so I can get Shenzie’s pants pulled up. Whew. Both pants pulled up and they are both in my arms crying while I try to comfort them.

4:20 I get both babies calm, put their sweaters on, load Heaten in the stroller, grab Shenzie and head down the hallway all of the while cursing CH in my head.

4:21 Walk down the hall and see CH coming our way. Give him “the look”. The look that says you are in so much trouble do NOT even speak to me.

4:25 Walk to the car pushing the stroller while CH carries Shenzie. The following conversation takes place:

CH: How did it go?
Me: How do you think it went (said very evily)?
CH: Good ha ha.

SCREEEECH!!! Back up a minute. Is CH really trying to be funny right now? You’ve got to be kidding me. There is NO WAY he is trying to be funny when I’m near tears, stressed, and tired.

Me: Don’t be stupid of course it didn’t go good. They were both screaming, I couldn’t comfort them and I felt horrible. Do NOT mess with me right now.
CH: Silence because he’s probably pissed I said don’t be stupid.

So the question is….was humor an appropriate response to the crazy, stressed, tired, upset, and angry wife? I could be wrong here (you’ll all let me know if I am) but I think a more appropriate response would have been a sincere (maybe some knee groveling) apology with an assurance that it will never happen again and maybe a “you did really good comforting two screaming babies” or “you’re the best wife and mommy in the whole universe can I give you a massage tonight to make up for being late and putting you through hell” or something like that. What do you think?