So. Much. Awesome.

It’s the little things that send me over the edge. It’s not that we’re having our son evaluated for autism. It’s the ridiculous details of the evaluation process.

The neurologist requires two separate appointments: one for just me, to discuss Little Dude’s “quirks,” and one where said quirks will be evaluated in person. I basically have one friend in this town who I can ask to babysit my quirky kid. She was kind enough to do so, and I drove 50 minutes into Big Swampy City in morning traffic, only to discover that the doctor’s office had moved without updating the address on their website.

In a sweaty panic, I called the doctor’s office to say that I would be late, because I needed to remove my car from the pay parking garage, fire up the GPS, find the place, and re-park in some other pay parking garage.

Here is the part that put me over the edge: when the receptionist said, “I’ve been trying to get a-hold of you. The doctor had an emergency, and he’s not here. We’ll have to reschedule.”

Awesome.

I'd like to point out that this receptionist has some mad customer service skills. She'd been trying to get hold of me on my house phone, which is an excellent plan if your client can bust through the time-space continuum and answer the house phone from her minivan.

Here is another thing that is sending me over the edge today: one of our cats has acne. On his chin. How can this even be a real thing? First off, it should have a better, more descriptive name. Like Feline Gross Scabby Bald Spot. Secondly, it would be one thing if he simply had some kitty-cat blackheads on his chin, which he does. But even though all the articles in TeenCat clearly tell you not to, apparently he’s been staying up late trying to pop the pimples or something. Because now he has Feline Gross Scabby Bald Spot. Which I’m sure will scar, and all the other cats at school will be mean about it.

So now I'm supposed to wash the cat's chin with antibacterial soap twice a day. And you know how much the cat likes that. It’s as much Big Fun as washing a toddler’s face, if your toddler has retractable claws. And speaking of cleaning funky little creatures, I can barely get Little Dude to take a bath, so I really don't have the inclination to wrestle this damn cat with a bar of Dial soap. But I will, because cat acne is now on the list of worries that keep Cookie and the Pork Lo Maniac awake at night.

I know … you’re jealous, right?