Dear Future Brynn (Part One)

I wrote a similar story about a night I want Brandon to learn about when he gets older (Brandon's Story), and now I’d like to share a story about Brynn I want her to know about when she gets older, but what's different about Brynn's story is that the preamble to 'The Event' lays the groundwork for something I will forever sarcastically refer to as 'The Best Day Ever':

PART ONE:

Dear Brynnie,

June 25, 2012 started out like any other day.  You didn’t want to get out of bed, but I made you.  I got to work and realized that I had a dentist appointment, a yearly-exam at the gynecologist, AND a defective cell phone that needed replacing… oh and your brother was completely out of diapers, and your dad was going to be gone all night helping a friend move.  Simply put, I knew it was going to be just AWESOME.

Dentist Appointment:

The regular dental hygienist was out, so they had a substitute fill in. She was fine but she asked too many questions. “What are you doing this Summer?” “Up to anything?” “You have kids?” “What school do they go to?” “Do you drink soda?” “What kind?” “Did you have braces?” “Who did them?” “What lake to you go to?” “Where’s it at?” and on and on.  You don’t yet know this about me little girl, but Mommy doesn’t like to get too friendly with people.  Call it a "friend-quota" if you will, but I don’t need to make chit-chat with people I will never, ever see again. I prefer fill-in hygienists to clean my teeth in awkward silence, so the constant inquisition was unnerving.  It didn’t help matters when she incorrectly held the water tube and TWICE had me spit used dirty water all over myself.  I left with wet hair. Totally cool.

Verizon:

Last week my phone microphone completely died. Verizon couldn’t fix it, so they ordered me a new phone under warranty. This phone arrived and I brought it into Verizon after my dental appointment.  The line was insane and I got annoyed, but I stayed pleasant and minded my own business.  Perhaps because I looked so pleasant with my wet hair and shiny teeth, one of the employees stopped selling phones and came over. I told her I had my replacement phone and I just needed it activated, and I’d be happy to drop it off and come back in a couple hours.  She said that’s fine, but just know it will be a $9.99 activation fee to do that. WHAT THE WHAT?? Your mommy lost it.  “You mean I have to pay $10 for you to activate a replacement for a defective phone? Why would I pay for a broken phone?? WHY WHY WHY WHY??”  Who knows why, but another employee quickly told her she was wrong, there would be no charge.

“The Doctor”:

I actually really like my doctor and I did my damndest to show up 15 minutes early for my 1:30 appointment, just like the reminder letter told me to.  I had grand plans of being the first appointment after lunch and possibly getting in early and getting out quickly.  About 1:40pm I was called back to the exam room. At about 2:00pm the nurse came in and apologized for my wait and asked if I needed anything. I did actually need something… I had to go to the bathroom.  She escorted me across the hall in my gown that opens to the back to the nearest restroom. Again, more awesomeness.  It was about 2:15 when the doctor came in. The hospital is switching to a new computer program, yadda yadda. She was very apologetic, but since I like her, it was no biggie. Over the years, she has made it into my inner circle of providers/infrequent contacts that I will talk to (unlike the sub dental hygienist).  I finally left the doctor’s office at 3:FREAKING15 p.m. 

I went and got my new replacement cell phone and went back to work.

The Evening:

We had a nice little evening, but my sweet child, you rocked my Betty Crocker world when you announced “Mom, you are the best cook ever!!” after I made you pancakes and eggs for supper.  Really? This is the best ever?  I am definitely going to stop trying so hard. You went to play with your bff, and I went to put Brando in the tub since he had pancakes and eggs all over himself.  He had a stick from outside that he wanted to use in the tub “to go fishing” and who am I to crush dreams? You know that Daddy is the dream-crusher, not me, and since he was gone, it was a-okay to bring sticks in the bathtub.

Brandon didn’t want to get out of the tub, so I let him continue to fish. I went and put clothes in the dryer…and maybe ate some chips… and then went back and checked on the fisherman. My sweet fisherman had decided about 5 minutes ago that he needed bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles. He was now sitting with two completely empty bottles of brand new shampoo floating in the tub.

I scooped him out of the tub after he issued his “Shorry Momma, I’m so shorry” statements to me and kept the bubbles in the tub for you…. Yeah, this might have been ‘gross’ but that was two entire bottles of shampoo!! I wasn’t going to let that go to waste!

You came home from the neighbor’s house, you bathed, and I tucked you both in. I loved being able to cuddle with both of you tonight.

AND THEN IT HAPPENED….. (to be continued in Part Two)