Waiting and waiting and waiting.

There is nothing people hate more than getting to a doctors appointment on time and waiting hours to be seen. I actually don't mind. I get to just relax and sit for awhile thinking of nothing. I watch everyone else complain and I sit and read. It's really the only time I have to myself. That is not the case when it comes to appointments for the kids. That is when I do complain and plead with the nurses to please let me in before my kids loose their minds and I get all the dirty looks directed at me. This time I had the privilege of having Fabio go with me. He has not gone to the doctor appointments with me since the boys were really little. "It will be nice to take the boys to the Doctors as a family....don't u think Claud". I just laugh an evil laugh inside. "Sure Fab". We had to go to Lucas orthopedic doctor. Lucas had broken a small bone on his left arm a year ago and we were coming back to have it X-ray to make sure it had healed well. The waiting room was full but there were three empty chairs close to each other and one far away. I chose the one far away hoping no one knew I was with them. Lucas gave it away when he called me "mommy" I tried to ignore him but that would be mean. The movie "toy story" was on but finished as soon as we got there. "Damn it". Fabio saw the lollipops and decided to give one to each of the kids. Noah just needs a little sugar and he is nuts. Five minutes later Noah began playing musical chairs and then the man near him moved and offered me his chair and I offered him mine (my heart was breaking). Fabio decided to read Lucas a "national geographic" magazine but lucas kept asking so many questions I could see Fabio getting frustrated after 20 minutes of it. Noah kept playing the musical chair and dancing and singing. The dirty looks kept coming. Fabio got so frustrated that he told Lucas "ok Lucas you are six years old now and you can read this magazine yourself daddy is taking a break" Lucas said"but daddy I don't know how to read this magazine". Fabio got dirty looks I would have intervene but chose to share the love. Poor Lucas he just began reading and his daddy wanted him to read a national geographic magazine with words I probably can't read myself. Trying to control his frustration Fabio got up and ate like 10 lollipops. He then asked the nurse if the movie can be replayed and thank God they put it back on. The boys sat and watched. Then Noah began asking for food again thank God I carry numerous snacks just for Noah (Lucas never asks for them). This went on for half an hour when the nurse said "Lucas". We all jumped with excitement as if we had won a prize. "Oh sorry Lucas will be next". I gave her the dirtiest look. Twenty minutes later they finally called us. We had gotten there on time and were not seen till almost an hour later and it still was not over. We go in the waiting room and Lucas and Noah go nuts. They start trying to touch everything and all of a sudden one of them starts farting. We don't know which one it was because then the doctor comes in and I am sure was completely surprised at the smell he walked into. He begins talking and then explains how someone else will come in to take Lucas for an X-ray.....more waiting and now we are stuck in a smelly room with the two crazy kids. Fifteen minutes later they come get Lucas and Fabio quickly jumps at the chance to leave the smelly room. I was hoping he had taken the smelly kid with him but I actually had him in the room with me and I guess all the chips, apple, banana and lollypops gave him gas. When they returned and entered the room ten minutes later Fabio and Lucas covered their faces and Lucas said "mommy this room smells" and the doctor walked in right after. I hoped he knew it was not me but the little guy still running around and singing in the room. When we finally were told we could leave I went the check out desk and apologized to them for that smelly room and asked if I had a co-pay. I knew I did but they probably wanted us to leave so badly that they would bill me later for it. I am sure Fabio will no longer want to attend these appointments with us but it was gratifying to know that now he knows why after these appointments I am always cranky and exhausted. We got in the car and Noah says "I want to eat pasta". It never ends.