Remember when I said no more shots?

Remember when I told my kids no more shots? Apparently I forgot about it, because a couple of weeks ago, I resolved - out of freakin no where -just ask my husband - that the kids needed flu shots. They've never had one. Because wasn't there sometime when they were all like "Don't give your kids flu shots." And then the next season, they were all like, "Ooooh, big shortage, don't get the shot unless you have to." Like that? Didn't all that happen? So, they're seven-years old, and never gotten a flu shot. But this year, this week, I just decided that perhaps they should start.

The kids heard me talking on the phone. I explained that they'll get mist, no shots. Even the mist wasn't sellin. "Mom, that doesn't sound great either."

So, I pulled the false-dichotomy card with, "Well, you can get the mist, or you can get sick and end up with a needle, not a shot, but a needle STUCK in your arm and it will stay there because you'll be so sick, you'll need to have fluids put into your body through a needle."

Both of them turned pale white and then agreed that indeed, the mist might be bearable.

That's when I made the mistake of calling around town with the kids in the same room. No one had the flu mist, nor the shot. I called my doctor to see if they knew of anyone in town that had it. Turns out, they do. However, no mist, shot only. Oh God. This is going to be ugly. Because in the midst of calling all over town, the more less supply, the more demand I had that my kids really needed to get this shot.

It didn't help that the night before, I'd seen my friend on the news for delivering her baby, and then being quarantined for H1N1. The baby is fine. But did I mention I watched her son while she was in labor for a while? Super, we're all infected. AACK!

And I realize that the flu shot and the H1N1 shot are different. Since I'm just getting on the flu shot boat, I'm just picking one shield to protect with, if you will. Baby steps.

The problem now is, I've made an appointment with the doctor for a shot. And they know it. Because if you ever want your kids to hear something you've actually said, say it into the phone. They're listening.

I hung up the phone and immediately heard singing/terror/screaming: "MOM YOU SAID NO SHOTS!!!" Dammit - Mommy never breaks promises. Except today, I suppose. I had two hours to kill until our flu shot appointment. Two very long hours of regression with whining and begging. Uggh.

We finally made it to the appointment. By that point, the kids were walking in on their own accord, which was good, because I don't think I could carry them both kicking and screaming, they are way stronger than me now. We get in, get checked in, get escorted back to a room, and the nurse comes in, checks out their chart. Gives them the shot. And then says, "Since this is their first time, they're going to need another shot in a month."

Ever seen a glare from a seven-year-old of shame and deceit? Try it times two.

Oh, I'm in so much trouble.
That's how I roll.