When Your Chiropractor is Running Late~
Don't go Last.
I did. And it was not a pleasant experience.
Let one of your kids go last, preferably the one who is being the naughtiest that day.

It is 4:00 the Big kids are getting off the bus.
Chiro appt. is at 4:20.
Must leave house by 4:10.
Quick feed the bigs a snack, change baby's diaper, make a bottle, make sure I have clothes on, get every one's shoes on, get in van by 4:10.
Whew! Did It.
Drive sanely to town.
Arrive by 4:20! Yeah Mom!
And then sit and wait.
You know it. Sit and wait.
Sit till 4:30 in Waiting Room.
Getting mad, I didn't need to rush so much.
Moved us to the exam room. All of us. 3 kids and one Mom are getting adjusted.
We have a 40 minute appt. reserved. 10 minutes for each of us.
That is 4 people x 10 minutes. At $50 a pop.
Sooo our appt. was from 4:20 till 5:00. Perfect. Home by Dinner.
Sitting and waiting.
Sitting and Waiting.
4:45 Said Chiropractor walks into our exam room.
Not much Chit Chat today.......Hmmmmmm
Momma should have saw the signs.
He says- Who's first, Up you go!
Wham. Whack Crack. First kid done.
Who's next?
Up goes the baby.
Rubs her back, rubs her neck, Ga Ga Goo Goo..... She is done.
Next he grabs the 5 year old flings him onto the table by his feet and figures that inversion was a good enough adjustment.
Smacks the table tells Mom to lay down on the table.
On your belly, face down.
He jumps on the middle of my back and cracks somethin, runs up to the top of my head, grabs my hair flips me over, and reams my head once to the left, once to the right.
Neck done.
Grabs my hands, pulls me up, pushes me out the door.
He grabs the kids coats puts them on and shoves us out the door.
All by 5:00.
Glad we could make up for his being overtime with his other patients.
(Yes. I am exaggerating.)
(No, Not by Much.)
I am thinking a Drive-Thru Chiropractic Window might serve his office well. "Roll down the window's kids!" "We are almost there, Quick now- Everyone stick your heads out your window as the Chiropractor reams your neck!" "Listen to Mommy!"
I think I could save myself $50 bucks a pop and just have them all hang their sweet little heads out the window as Mommy drives over that large pot-hole on Main Street.