The rest of our Thanksgiving break was nice. After all of our guests left, we had a few pretty low key days. My husband and I had the boys help us bring down the Christmas decorations. (And we have a lot of decorations!) We had over twenty 20 gallon buckets. They were full of holiday serving dishes and cups, ornaments, lights, trains, train accessories and general Christmas decor. The boys were a big help! I had taken down all of our Thanksgiving decor two days after Thanksgiving, so I had SJ assist me put those back in the attic.
It took me a few days to get the bulk of the decorations up and put away. The boys spent the remainder of their break either playing outside or in an electronic coma. I didn't care too much though. It was their break and they needed time to relax.
On Monday, I did have to take SJ to get his yearly blood work for his specialist. He wasn't too thrilled when I told him where we were going that day. "No. Not blood work!" he cried. "Yes, blood work," I replied. I told him that he would be fine and he could have whatever he wanted to eat for lunch after. That did not satisfy him, but we still forged ahead.
We got to the hospital around 11:00 a.m. I got SJ registered and we got a beeper to let us know when they would be ready for us. SJ was fine in the waiting room. They had a Playmobile train set and a marble course that was fascinating to him. After a good hour, the beeper went off. As soon as the beeper went off, the waterworks started again.
"I don't want them to take my blood, Mom," sobbed SJ. "You'll be fine. It will be over very soon," I reassured him. The tech was very nice and patient with SJ. She inserted the butterfly needle (that is what SJ says it looks like) and started drawing the blood. SJ cried the entire time and tried to pull out the butterfly at least three times. The tech kept asking him questions to distract him and it did work a little. However, he still continued to cry.
When it was all done (she took 9 vials of blood), she gave him an orange Band-Aid and told him how well he did. I thanked her and we walked to our car. His crying started to slow down, but he was now complaining that his arm was injured. So dramatic! On our way home, our one friend called to see if SJ and Bob would like to come over to play. SJ said he was "too injured" to go, so I took him home and dropped Bob off at his friend's house.
SJ was lying on the couch when I returned home. He said he didn't feel good, so I took him temperature to appease him. Sure enough, he had a fever! I guess he really wasn't feeling good. I felt bad that I thought he was being overly dramatic. I gave him some Motrin and told him to rest on the couch.
He was feeling better the following day. The boys played outside with a neighbor and were complaining about going back to school on Wednesday. "Well, at least it is a short week boys," I told them. That didn't seem to console them. Oh well, all good things must come to an end. I reminded them that they only had 18 days of school until Christmas break. "That is a long time," said SJ. Maybe that is when your 10.
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