Nothing Funny About It

I took MO for her 7 year well visit this week and flu shots all around. I THOUGHT I heard the nurse coming back into the room with the shots and decided to let the kids know what was coming - they'd both been asking and I was feeling bad about lying to them, er I mean, distracting them. They are getting too old for the distractions. They looked me in the eye and asked what was up and I caved. Yes, you are getting poked today I say with all the shame in the world masked as cheerful tranquility. I feel like the executioner or, more accurately, like the poor guy who had to drag the doomed to the executioner's ax. They both immediately went completely ape shit. Whining, Crying, Screaming, Wailing, Hand-Wringing...and what do I, their loving mother, do? I start to laugh. I cannot make myself stop laughing. I am so broken - what kind of a mother does something like that? It was as if someone added batteries and flipped a switch and they were ON. I've never seen anything quite like it. The nurse took another lifetime - okay, it was 5-10 minutes - before coming back. I volunteered to go first so they could see that it was no big deal. Except that during my flu shot they were both rolling on the floor with their hands covering their faces while wailing loudly (the kids were wailing, not their hands). I'm too tired and stressed from the whole emotionally taxing day to correct my grammar. Besides, my arm hurts. Karma, maybe?