My husband gets hurt and the whole world stops. So the kids and I dropped everything to take him to the doctor. We arrived in the medical office building and the kids were doing running jump kicks off the walls, twirling and rolling on the floor. I'm sure I had judgmental parents rolling their eyes behind my back pleading for me to control my children. But I was too tired to care.
We entered the elevator, which started an immediate fight over who gets to push the button.
Rio wins, a victory that had to be rubbed in his sister's face. We stepped out onto the second floor and my kids took off in opposite directions before realizing my husband and I were not behind them.
I decided it was a good time to go take care of my overdue blood work and drag my children with me, to save my husband from the headache I foresaw of the him being stuck in a tiny white room with two rambunctious children. I've been there, I know.
Rio was getting nervous. "They're going to steal your blood Mom?" He asked.
"No, I'm going to let them borrow it." I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes.
He looked at me puzzled trying to figure out how that would work...I ignored him.
I sat down in the chair and gave my arm to the nurse and Rio was gone. I coaxed him out from hiding behind a chair. He was so nervous, it made me anxious.
"Can't I go with Dad?" He asked, clearly not wanting anything to do with this.
I told him, "No this is fine. It's not a big deal, it's just blood. It doesn't even hurt. Watch."
His face was pale and I couldn't resist. As the nurse slipped the needle into my skin... I SCREAMED! Rio jumped and the look of panic on his face, priceless. He wasn't amused but the nurses obviously had an appreciation for a good joke.
"I'm just kidding buddy." I apologized.
"I'm not talking to you ever again." He vowed.
It was time to go and Rio broke, "Mom, can we take the elevator?"
Darn, I really could of used some peace and quiet.