I have Mondays scheduled off for
more than just because it is indeed Monday and I refuse to have a “case” of
them. I use this day to schedule multiple doctor appointments, tax stuff, and
just your basic run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off to get the
things done that should have been done on Sunday. If you schedule an
appointment for your child, be advise that everyone you meet that day will know
exactly what you did that weekend or lack thereof.
I don’t know exactly what it is about all the doctors my kids see, but they seem to have the desire, drive, and need to spill their guts… about EVERYTHING. They could be things as simple as “I didn’t mean to, but I accidently spilled the whole carton of milk and my Mommy was really mad at me but I helped her clean it up and we turned it into a game. I promise not to ever do it again.” Or, “I have this friend that pushed (insert name here) down and didn’t mean to actually hurt her and she cried. I told the teacher but they yelled at me but I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t do that because that would hurt their feelings and stuff.” I am starting to think that they have the whole “now make sure to tell the doctor what’s wrong” thing because I either need a tissue from laughter or a veil for my embarrassment every single time. There are no secrets to be kept here. Want to know what we didn’t do verses what we were planning on, just go ask the kids and they will be more than willing to not only fill you in on our stuff, but also on the Grandparents and everyone else we have seen. Today was no different. The doctor that we saw today only deals with our hearing issues or the lack of being able to hear and so I was bewildered as to why she was privy to some of the information that was given today. Knowing that my child is nine, I was under the assumption that she would start to have that whole inner monologue saying “Hi! Look, I know that the whole drama lama thing was exciting, but unless it has to do with how well you hear, SHUT UP. M’kay.. thanks.” But alas, that has not been installed on this model of child yet. Thankfully the audiologist also has children and giggles right along and gives me the “oh girl, don’t sweat it” look which lightens up my mood again and so we all joke about things.
We leave the hospital and I thank the good lord that we survived without spilling more guts than we did. SUCCESS! Perhaps her inner monologue is coming in after all.
I don’t know exactly what it is about all the doctors my kids see, but they seem to have the desire, drive, and need to spill their guts… about EVERYTHING. They could be things as simple as “I didn’t mean to, but I accidently spilled the whole carton of milk and my Mommy was really mad at me but I helped her clean it up and we turned it into a game. I promise not to ever do it again.” Or, “I have this friend that pushed (insert name here) down and didn’t mean to actually hurt her and she cried. I told the teacher but they yelled at me but I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t do that because that would hurt their feelings and stuff.” I am starting to think that they have the whole “now make sure to tell the doctor what’s wrong” thing because I either need a tissue from laughter or a veil for my embarrassment every single time. There are no secrets to be kept here. Want to know what we didn’t do verses what we were planning on, just go ask the kids and they will be more than willing to not only fill you in on our stuff, but also on the Grandparents and everyone else we have seen. Today was no different. The doctor that we saw today only deals with our hearing issues or the lack of being able to hear and so I was bewildered as to why she was privy to some of the information that was given today. Knowing that my child is nine, I was under the assumption that she would start to have that whole inner monologue saying “Hi! Look, I know that the whole drama lama thing was exciting, but unless it has to do with how well you hear, SHUT UP. M’kay.. thanks.” But alas, that has not been installed on this model of child yet. Thankfully the audiologist also has children and giggles right along and gives me the “oh girl, don’t sweat it” look which lightens up my mood again and so we all joke about things.
We leave the hospital and I thank the good lord that we survived without spilling more guts than we did. SUCCESS! Perhaps her inner monologue is coming in after all.
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