Taking a break with a story

I have experienced bloggers block for the last week and so I was determined to write today. I started and got about three paragraphs in and then realized that I didn't really want to keep writing about that subject matter. So instead, I decided that I'm going to tell everyone a story. 

This happened today.

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Monday's are not usually my day. I'm tired from a busy weekend and I just wanted to stay under the covers. Unfortunately, Monday is the beginning of the week and not the end so I had to get up, get the kids ready, and take them to school. No sleeping in for me. Today was even more insane then usual. We had the furnace repair man coming at 9 and I had to take my 5 year old to the doctor for his yearly checkup. I had to not only get the kids ready but I had to wake my husband up on his day off. Just so that we would have everything somewhat in order for the furnace guy. All in 45 minutes. So I was out the door by 830 and annoyed. 

It is 37 degrees out, and the van feels like an ice box. I'm brooding. Wishing for my cozy bed and some peace and quiet. I drop Caleb (my oldest) off at school and then go home and pick up Riley (the middle) to take him to the doctor. His office is about 20 minutes away but the drive feels like forever. Riley every so often whimpers about getting his shots today. I reach back and tell him to give me his hand. I pinch him (don't judge me) and he yelps. I say "did that hurt?",he nods,  he was more surprised then hurt. "That's what it will feel like." The rest of the ride he practices pinching himself to prepare for the visit. 

Riley is my joker. He is silly, smart, he sings all the time, and he is just a goofball. I love him. He's flesh of my flesh for sure. So we get to the office. We only have to wait in the office for about 10 minutes (surprising since waiting at the doctor's office can take forever). For some reason, after Dr Mike comes in and takes all the measurements and checks everything, it takes a while for the nurses to come and implement the shots. At this point I'm looking at my watch, because I told the school I would have Riley back by eleven and it is already 10:45. More annoyed. Riley is still pinching himself. "Why are they taking so long?" He says to me. Finally, they come in, Two nurses. Each one has a shot. They tell me to hold Ry's arms down. He has his silly grin and honestly doesn't look scared at all. 1 2 3...it was done. "Ow" Riley exclaimed. Then, the nurses gave him stickers, and a pencil. Riley looked at me like That was it? I chuckled. He was really excited about the prizes. 

On the way out of the doctor's office, as I was going to check out, Riley saw the nurses that had given him the shots. "Thanks for the shots!" He says cheerfully with a huge smile on his face. Oh my Gosh! Only my son would thank the nurse for giving him a shot. The secretary at the front desk's mouth dropped open. "That's a first." She said. I was loosing it. My wonderful, funny, brave son had thanked them for the shots. 

All of a sudden the day was better. The cold wasn't as annoying, the furnace repair wasn't as daunting, the weariness wasn't as heavy. For a moment, laughter was the best medicine.