Yesterday I took my 10 year old and my 4 year old to our Pediatrician for check-ups. I had no clue how rough it was going to be. My poor little guy, 4 years old, had to endure 7 shots! It was horrible. He kept screaming, "please don't hurt me anymore", poor baby. That just seems like too many for a kid to get all at once. Even my 10 year old, who only got 4, and who was putting up a brave front for his little brother had tears in his eyes. Our doctor is great. She spends her time loving all over the kids, talking to them, gives them a big hug, then leaves the room. She gets out of dodge before the nurse with all the needles comes in. Clever lady right? She doesn't want the kids to associate the horror with her one bit. In between sobs, Nicholas was scowling at the nurse, and muttering under his breath. Likely plotting some 4 year old revenge. He wasn't too happy with me either, as I was forced to hold him down while she stuck him with the needles. I think he has forgiven me though. I'll bake him cookies today, I am not above bribery. Next week the older boys go in for their check-ups. The nurse is on her own there, I couldn't hold down those boys if I tried. :) I'd better stock up on cookie mix!
I am swirling in chaos! Our little remodeling projects, ie: painting the boys rooms, have resulted in a whirl of mess, mess, mess. My husband has been diligently painting walls, repurposing furniture, meanwhile all of the clothing, shoes, toys, junk, furniture we are no longer using, etc... is lining the hallways and rooms of my house! We have tried to engage the boys in this project, but it has somehow eluded them that they have any responsibility for putting the house back together, so it it a painful exercise of command and whine. Today, we must put it back, we cannot start the week in madness. So my day, is going to be interesting. They need to help, a lot. I need to figure out how to motivate them to help, without them feeling like they are being tortured. Wish me luck, at 10:30, video games, and NFL TV go off, and cleaning commences. I'd better have another cup of coffee, and pray for the next half hour, I'm gonna need it.
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