The Docters office adventure

[momof34612]

I have three children, Tabitha who is twelve-years-old, Zion who is six, and Nazareth who is four. Recently, Tabitha was feeling ill and had a sore throat. Therefore, I decided I should take her to the doctor's office to make sure she did not have strep throat. taking Tabitha to the doctor meant having to drag her brothers to the doctor's office also. This is not a fun task for me. Taking two little boys to the doctor's office is quite an adventure.

First of all the waiting room has all those magazines, toys, and the water cooler to mess with. As soon as we get there, they notice the water cooler and suddenly become very thirsty. Then, right away they want to change the channel on the T.V. to some kind of kid show. They do not care that someone happened to be watching it already. Usually, it is a grownup who says, "Go ahead and change it," thinking that it will keep the boys occupied. It only works for a couple minutes before they are off to the next thing, the toys. Somehow, they spread them all out in what seems like a matter of seconds. Their interest in the toys quickly fades, and they move on to the magazines, taking every one off the rack. Meanwhile, their mysterious thirst has kept up, and they have consumed about ten cups of water. This causes them to need to use the restroom, which is where the next part of our adventure takes place.

As soon as we reach the restroom, they start messing with everything in sight. Our doctor's office has an antique scale in the restroom. They run straight for it as if they have radar and the scale id their target. After they are staisified with being weighed, they remember what we went in the restroom for, and they move to the toilet. This is where they find urine cups and wips that they always have to mess with. Next, it's over to the sink to wash hands. For some reason, they use way too much soap, causing them to have to rinse for what seems like an eternity. By the time they are done washing their hands, the sink and their shirts are covered in water from all the splashing they did. Finally, we get done in the restroom, and enough time has gone by that they call us back to the exam room, which is the highlight of the doctor's office adventure.

By the time we reach the exam room, my boys are so bored and full of energy it seems like they are bouncing off the exam room walls. They are all over the room touching everything and wanting to know what it's for. They open all the cupboard doors and drawers, checking everything out as fast as they can before I can stop them. Because the floor is wood, it sounds like the room has an elephant stampede going on in it. One of their favorite things in the exam room is the trash can with the foot operated lid. Up, down, up, down, it goes as they stomp on the lever. Then, they start playing in the curtain taking turns hiding from each other. I'm always afraid they will end up pulling it down. Trying to get under control, I assign them seats on the exam table thinking they will like sitting up there. This only causes them to fight over who sits where. About that time, the doctor comes into the room and thankfully they forget they were fighting. However, as soon the doctor starts to talk, they begin kicking their feet against the sides of the table, and I can't here a word he is saying. Instead of being able to listen to what the doctor has to say, I end up spending most of the time scolding the boys. Eventually the doctor finishes his exam, gives me his instructions, and we can be on our way.

By the time we can leave the doctor'soffice, I am thoroughly stressed. i can't wait to get out of there. I'm sure Tabitha is too. After all, she is the one who is sick, and she had to watch the whole adventure take place. She probably wishes she could have just gone to the doctor alone without her brothers. Being sick is bad enough, but going to the doctor's office with her brothers must be horrible.