Soooooo, yeah. Let's talk about Wednesday.
Actually, no. I'd prefer to never talk about Wednesday. I'd prefer to think it just - poof! - vanished into thin air, vaporized like dust, curled up on itself and died a slow, quiet death. Alas and alack and all that good jazz -
it didn't happen.
About, oh, maybe 5 weeks ago, I went to the dentist because my upper, second from the back molar - well, it was bugging me. And lo! And behold! And Faith and Begora and all that jazz - the filling I had in that tooth had cracked, probably because I grind my teeth like a mofo - and the tooth was in need of a new filling. And while the dentist was filling said tooth, the one next to it also appeared somewhat sketch, and that one hour dental appointment turned into three, with both teeth being pronounced "A potential and possible future candidate for a root canal, but let's see if this procedure, and the anti cavity, tooth rebuilding gunk I packed in there, will do the trick."
For about 5 weeks, my mouth has been hurting. About 3 weeks ago, I had my cleaning, and I mentioned it, and was given some super special, ground from fairy wings and unicorn horns, enamel rebuilding toothpaste to help with sensitivity. My mouth hurt. I know that sometimes, fillings, especially super difficult ones, take a long time to settle down and get right with The Lord, and agreed to wait patiently.
Until I woke up today and realized that I was in an enormous amount of pain. My eye hurts. My ear hurts. My jaw hurts. So I'm getting my very first root canal tomorrow. Yay me! That's just what I've always wanted.
Due to a conflaguration of about 700 assorted subjects, I had a few things that simply needed to be done after school pick up. So, we went and bought the basketball shoes ($70) and socks ($18), stopped at the house to drop one kid off and grab the ballet stuff, went to pick up the two performing arts kids, stopped to get one of them fitted for a tux (and therein lies another query - do we rent or buy? Probably buy, but yeouch). We then went to pick up a free Chick-Fil-A dinner that my shorties had earned (yay for no cooking, I don't care WHAT anyone says, Chick Fil A is worth every darned bite), dropped one shortie at ballet, her sister at the Opera dress rehearsal, and drove home.
By the time we got home, somehow a soda had been spilled all over the front seat.
And ten minutes into home time, a milkshake had been dumped all down the front of one shortie who was, of course, standing on the carpet and not in the kitchen where she was *supposed* to be, covering the brand new basketball shoes, causing an absolute screaming shriek that could have been heard on Jupiter. Someone else squeezed a ketchup packet all over,I realized I couldn't go to bed because I had to pick up the opera student, I realized Aunt Flo had arrived and I wondered why I don't drink more often.
So, yeahhhhhh, Wednesday, Yeah. It was like that.