A Trip to the Doctor is Always Fun

So, we took a trip to the specialist again today for the second tonsillectomy in this family, in a year. First thing -- in the morning, young kids aren’t exactly ‘on their game,’ if you know what I mean. Trying to get the four of us; 1 adult, 3 little people dressed, eat, teeth brushed, collect everything that HAS to come with us and get out the door on time should be considered an event of Olympic proportions.

We actually arrive on time! My troubles start immediately in the waiting room. Chasing a toddler around a doctor’s office waiting room is always at the top of my list of things to do. Not to mention an ornery 5 year old who has a build up in her ears so profound that it blocks out the sound of my voice at any given time. (sound of gnashing teeth!)

I realize I must look ridiculous to everyone around me. You know, arguing and bargaining with people half my size that I’m supposed to be in charge of?! One word: WHATEVER!! I wrangle everyone down the hall and begin competing with the three of them for attention from the specialist. I am reduced to competing with them as if I were another sibling. How did I sink to this level?

I do manage to get a few of my important questions answered -- miraculously. The conversation goes south, however, as my 5 year old begins dropping all of the sinus displays shouting “ewww!” and trying to frighten her squeamish, older sister by repeating the word ‘blood’ again and again. I finally look at the specialist with the all-too-familiar expression of defeat, mixed with ‘is this really my life?’ and we part ways. I do believe he was grateful. Later. . . . . much later, I am too.