Exercise thwarted

Yesterday, Ted and Dave met up to bike. They picked a point and met up.  Dave was gone probably a little under two hours.  When he got home, I casually asked him how things went.  He said, “Fine.”  He’s not one for words, so I figured, he made it back home, yes, things are fine.  He had had some drinks the night before, so he mentioned he was a bit nauseous after he got cleaned up. The kids didn’t really miss him, other than Peyton wanted to put her shoes on to go watch Daddy “ride bikes.”  I think she thinks Dave rides bikes like she does at school, in a circle in the front of our house.  I told her that Daddy went far away to ride bikes. She gave up her quest when I told her she could watch Aladdin.  Later at Jennifer’s did I hear that the two boys met up at a coffee place, rode a little, then stopped for other coffee.  Ted told Michelle what really went on, and when questioned, Dave said, “You didn’t ask!”  I did ask if they had talked, and if they talked while riding.  He answered yes to both questions.  They stopped for 30 minutes – so of course they got to chat!
Today, I was changed to go work out, and putting the kids down to bed.  Peyton had whined that “My bottoms hurts,” at dinner.  She pooped a little bit in the potty, then continued with dinner.  Then she pooped but she said she did it in her underwear.  Ugh.  So Dave cleaned her up, and she finished her yogurt. Right at bedtime, she started crying and whining that “My bottoms hurts!”  I took off her diaper to take a closer look.  There was a reddish area, maybe like a scratch, but other than that, nothing.  I put a stripe of diaper cream for good measure, but she continued to complain about it.  She had done a great job at school today – NO accidents, and they even sent some of her clothes home, since her bin was fun and she wasn’t having accidents.  She even went when I picked her up from school, since I knew we were going to the library to return some books. She went after we got home, too.  But she was still complaining of pain. Dave quickly called his urgent care, and since he had gone last time with Brandon, I was up. So, the individuals who wish to achieve good result are recommended to do levitra 100mg pills yoga exercises at least half an hour every day, no matter what, to study. There could be a few physical order viagra from india or psychological conditions responsible for causing weak erection in men. The distinction is crucial for this discussion on creating a permission list because of the viagra india online active word here – permission. The American Physical Therapy Association (www.apta.org) is the major professional levitra online association for PTs in the country. So I quickly changed my shorts into pants, and put Peyton in longer clothes and headed out for an 845pm appointment.  We were seen quickly, since we were the last appointment of the evening. I even think the doctor was a bit in a hurry, quickly explaining things to me.  She basically saw a little of what I had seen, and for good measure, was going to do a urine culture to rule out a UTI.  She didn’t think Peyton could go pee on demand, so she was going to have us take the cup with us, and just have Dave drop it off tomorrow.  She asked me if Peyton was wearing pull ups or underwear at school.  I declared she was wearing panties, and stoic as she was, she was holding back a smile to show how proud she was. She even looked away, as she didn’t want to crack.
I decided to give it a go and see if we could get a sample, since Peyton hadn’t peed since we were at home.  I tried to get her to drink water, but she refused (she had fallen asleep on the way over).  I tried to get her excited to go potty, and she pulled down her own pants.  I plopped her on the toilet, and before I had a chance to pre-wipe her, she started peeing.  I quickly stuck the cup under her, and tried to get what I could.  Luckily, the doctor had already wiped most of the cream off when she was examining her, so it was pretty sterile. I had pee dripping down my hands, but I did manage to get some in the cup.  I cleaned myself, then Peyton up, and put the cup in the bag.  I was so proud of her!  She was proud of herself.  She kept asking me what the cup was for, what we were doing with it, and where we were going (Kristina said Peyton was asking her questions all day long, and wouldn’t stop until she ran out of answers. She did the same thing to us this weekend, with one question leading right into another, non-stop).  When I got home, she walked into the kitchen, where Dave was, and Dave thought she was faking it.  I question whether indeed she had been faking it.  She’s getting too sneaky for us. I’m going to run tomorrow…no kid is going to stop me!