A Lesson

Today I had one of those days that made me think my kids were rock stars.  Don't get me wrong, there were definitely moments of insanity when I questioned why it was that Chase was incapable of buckling his seat belt and closing the van door without being reminded.  And Leia did spit up all over both of us while facing forward in the Baby Bjorn (but don't worry, I didn't discover it until I was well out of that store . . . ).  Oh, and Jake did lay on the floor and beat his heels when I asked him to do his math page.  But I digress. 

So there we were, sitting in the doctor's office and I was losing it.  We had been waiting in a 6x8 room for over 40 minutes when I finally stuck my head out the door to ask about the whereabouts of our health provider.  This brought on a flurry of activity and phone calls, during which absolutely no one was interested in making eye contact with me.  When the doctor finally showed up, the first words out of his mouth involved a to-the-minute account of my check-in time, and a determination that there was no way I had been waiting in that room for 40 minutes (because 38 of those minutes were in the identical 6x8 room next door).  As I checked my ears for steam and attempted to proceed calmly with the appointment, which then led to x-rays, then blood work, resulting in us being at the clinic significantly longer than intended, I was struck by the fact that I was the only one who seemed to have an issue with this.  The boys had been happily playing 'Guess the Animal' (20 questions) and decorating themselves with the stickers that every person walking by kept handing them, and Leia had been contentedly kicking and cooing in my lap the majority of the time.  So at what point did my children surpass me in patience and maturity?!?  Not sure, but I felt a little sheepish.