Last week Brie had a diaper rash/sores on her bum that wouldn’t go away so I brought her to the doctor.  Every time I go to our pediatricians office I am reminded of the stool story.  I snapped a picture of her on one of the stools because, A. I wanted a visual for when I shared this story and B. she is totally rocking a side pony and she pulls it off adorably.

Anyway, a few years ago I brought the boys in to the doctors office to get flu shots.  I called and they told me that I didn’t need an appointment that I could just show up.  So, we just showed up.  We weren’t in the waiting room long when they called us back.  Instead of an exam room they put us in a procedure room.

And then we waited.  And waited.  And waited.  I don’t recall the exact amount of time we were left in that room but it was at least a half hour.  Now, waiting a half hour at the doctors office might not sound too bad but when you close 3 crazy little boys in a room with nothing to do because you thought it would be a quick in and out visit time slows down.  Way down.

They found a way to keep themselves busy by jumping off the stool that was in the room.  It was exactly like the stool in the picture above.  They would jump off the top step and see who could go the farthest.  When they started jumping I noticed that the stool was a little wobbly but I figured they weren’t hurting anything and I just let them keep jumping.  They were happy and occupied and weren’t causing any trouble.

Eventually Eli jumped off the stool as hard as he could and the whole stool shifted.  It didn’t fall apart but it was leaning sideways and there were spaces in between the wood where spaces weren’t supposed to be.  I could tell it wasn’t good.

When the nurse finally came in to administer the shots I told her about the stool.  She tried to push it upright and the whole thing fell apart.  Wood pieces, with nails sticking out, in a pile on the floor.  I was pretty embarrassed.  I wasn’t sure what to do.  I felt bad that we had broken it and almost offered to bring it home and have Chris fix it and then bring it back but I figured that was a little weird.  So, we just got our flu shots and left.

Now more than two years later I’m still not sure if I’m happy that in our own, unplanned way we got our revenge on them for making us wait so long or if I’m just so embarrassed that the whole thing happened.  And every time I bring the kids to the doctor I get to think about it.