This is the second part of the earlier post to get your new school year off to a humorous start.
You choose your child’s medical specialists by whether or not their waiting room has an accessible outlet for your portable DVD player.
You get pulled over by a police officer and automatically pull out your insurance card.
You volunteer to give blood, not because it’s the right thing to do, but because it’s the only time you can have some peace and quiet and then enjoy an Oreo cookie alone.
You can’t even remember your own name, but can recite your child’s current medications and brief medical history in your sleep.
You call having the time to shave your legs, a makeover.
You stare into the ice cream freezer at the grocery store just a little too long, and don’t give a damn what the neighbors think.
Your accountant just assumes you’ll need an extension on your taxes.
You end up putting Pediasure in your coffee, because that’s all you’ve got.
At night you dream of going on a vacation with Oprah and Gayle.
Locking yourself in the bathroom is considered respite.
You wish you only aged in dog years.
You consider shutting off the room monitor “ a night away.”
You request frequent school meetings just so the staff won’t notice how much weight you’ve gained over time.
Your child’s case manager highlights the AM listings on the TV Guide and calls it a transition plan.
You consider your coffee maker durable medical equipment.
You use the timer on your coffee maker as a snooze alarm.
To you, drinking decaf is considered an alternative lifestyle.
You classify having your child get coughed on by another child in the doctor’s waiting room, as a playdate.
You embroider the number “666” on your child’s t-shirt just so unwelcome strangers don’t come up and “bless” your child.