Manny and Christian were suppose to go in for their well checks this afternoon. I thought their appointment was at 3:30 p.m., so I went for a mommy play date with Jen at 9:00 a.m. (I took the boys, but this get together was more for my benefit then it was for them). I didn't bring my phone because the battery is whacked out and won't hold a charge. I have to keep it plugged into the wall or it won't work.

We got home from Jen's at 11:45 a.m. I started making the boys lunch (PB&J for like the 10th day in a row), and checked my phone as soon as both boys were stuffing their faces full of sandwich. I had 9 messages...WHOA! Yes, most of them were old (like from this past weekend), but there was one from the peds office. I had missed the boys doctors appointment that was scheduled for 10:30 a.m. Oops.

I called the office to apologize and reschedule, and was immediately confronted with the bitchy, condescending receptionist. The convo went accordingly:

Me: Hi, I'm so sorry, I missed my boys appointments, I thought they were this afternoon, but I guess they were scheduled for this morning.
bitchy recep: For Manny and Christian?
Me: Yes.
bitchy recep: You know, I called yesterday and left messages of confirmation on BOTH phones.
Me: Yes, I know, but I missed the messages.
bitchy recep: Well, we can reschedule, but they will NOT be seen together.
Me: Ummmm....okay.

(The next couple of minutes consisted of her trying to find days where my doctor could see the boys...separately of course. She also made a big deal because Dr. Jahan will be on vacation for a bit and the boys won't be able to see her for about a month. I guess that's my punishment...at least that's what she made it seem like. And the conversation continues....)

bitchy recep: You DO realize that you will be charged $50 for missing the appointment?
Me: Yes.

And then I hung up. If I could have reached through the phone and bitch slapped her I totally would have. I immediately called John and vented for a good 5 minutes. The conversation ended with me in tears, not because I was sad, but because I was so friggin' pissed off.

John and I have wanted to switch to a closer practice (the peds office is about a 20 minute drive south), and this is the catalyst. I'm going to call my general practitioner (he has a family practice), and see if we can schedule their check-ups with him.

Grrrrrr.