Yesterday, Kaiti and I went to the doctor to get her initial checkup. It was a very frustrating day. I wanted to go so that I could be in the room with her and hear what the doctors had to say and everything. Instead, I got stuck in the waiting room for almost 2 hours trying to corral two bratty children. I just about lost my mind. They wouldn't listen to a word I said and they kept screaming at the top of their lungs. It was very embarrassing and miserable. Anyway, Kaiti came out of the room, finally, and she had a bag in her hand and other paperwork. I was so stressed out of my mind that I just loaded the kids up and we left without saying a word to each other the whole way home. After we got home, I asked what had happened and she started to cry a little bit. At first they thought it might be something to do with her period until they felt it. Then they said they thought it was a cyst, until Kaiti told them about the pain she was having in her arm and armpit. Then they decided it was probably a fatty tumor. This was just stupid to me. It sounded like they were holding wrapped presents and just trying to guess. "Hmmmm...it's round, must be a ball- but wait, it's also soft.....maybe it's a pillow. Now hold on- it makes noises.... it's a....it's a.... stuffed...animal?" For them to suggest tumor or cancer without doing any sort of biopsy or ultrasound was a little premature and it set Kaiti off into frantic mode. So what do they do? They set an appointment for her on the 22nd! The 22nd? That's two weeks away, ma'am. If you are going to suggest cancer, then shouldn't we move this thing along, like NOW? It just doesn't make sense to me. So, since she is too young for a mammogram (doesn't that sound like a senior escort service?), she is getting an ultrasound in two weeks. I guess that's the best we can do right now. So yesterday, I took the night off to spend time with my so sad wife and comfort her. First though, I headed to Wells Fargo. I asked for the bank manager and she brought me to her office. I explained to her the situation and began to cry a little. "Please miss...you have no idea how much money that is to me and my children.... that's food for a month.... and I'm a single father...working day to day...and blah, blah, blah." I mean, most of that's true, but the tears were pretty fake. Anyway, she reversed all of the charges and I just had to put in the amount that I was short in the first place. That was the good news of the day. Then I hit up Taco Bell for dinner since neither of us felt up to cooking, and Taco Bell has this REALLY cheap menu and all. We rented a movie for the kids (Wow Wow Wubbzy) and a movie for us (The Happening- totally stupid movie, horrible acting, etc.) and called it a night around 8:30. It was pleasant, but then again, it's always good when I get to fall asleep with my little wife. We woke up this morning and we move forward. Life goes on.