Calgon Take Me Away…

Did I just date myself?

No matter…I just couldn’t think of a better way to describe the kind of day I had yesterday.

Just one of those days when you need time.

Just one of those days when you need time.

Well, let’s see first I started off the day with a terrible toothache.  Don’t you just love those?  Yeah, me either. I could feel the air moving in and out of my mouth causing horrible pain.  Ugh!  Off to the dentist I went. As I sat in the parking lot feeling like a stalker, waiting for my dentist office to open the pain was unbearable…30 minutes later I see the receptionist unlocking the building door and suddenly noticed that I felt no pain.  Why does that happen?  Why does the pain go away as soon as your with the doctor/dentist?  That happens way to often and no, I’m not a hypochondriac.  Going to the doctor or dentist is always a last resort for me.  It’s not so much that I don’t like going but rather that my insurance stinks and we always end up owing tons of money.   We’re still paying for the last time I had an issue that turned out to be nothing.

Moving right along…after the dentist finds nothing wrong with me except that I’m grinding my teeth causing sensitivity. He asked me if I was stressed.  Heh!  That’s a good one.  Am I stressed?  So I gave the typical loaded answer “no more than usual”. He told me to wear my night guard while I drive and do everything else. Now that’s an attractive look!  Apparently I’m all out of choices and need to wear the darn thing.  So…here I sit typing away while wearing the dreaded night guard. Thankfully typing is much easier than speaking at the moment and no…I won’t be typing with a lisp.

Later that afternoon  I pickup my daughter at the bus stop and as we watch the driver pull away she informs me that she left her Iphone on the bus.  Queue the doom and gloom track “dun, dun, dunnnnn”.  All I could think about was how expensive that phone was but I remained “outwardly” calm and proceeded to contact the bus dispatch.  After several phone calls we finally got the correct department and were told that they found the phone. YAY!!!  Now all we needed to do was pick it up by 6:30pm.  It was a mere  13 miles away and traffic was horrendous. Was I still calm?  Let’s put it this way…I needed to get my night guard back in.   Luckily my hero of a husband volunteered to pick up the phone himself.  Once the phone was back in our possession I proceeded to give the responsibility lecture and explained how I expected her to be more careful in the future.

After dinner it’s family time. We always sit down to relax and maybe watch an episode of “Dirty Jobs” with Mike Rowe or “Mythbusters” together.  Right before that starts I proceed to ask if backpacks are ready for school tomorrow at which point my daughter realizes that her swim suit is missing.  You see she goes to a school that has swimming for PE which is cool but apparently she left her $65 bathing suit in the school bathroom which is not cool.  Ummm!  Why!? In the midst of my conniption she mentions having water and pain in her ear from all the swimming.  I asked if she wore her earplugs and she responded “no, I couldn’t find them”.  Another lost item.  Deep breath…count to 10…there was a lot of forehead rubbing and night guard wearing.  I needed to move on. So I did just that.

I think it’s safe to say that some organizational instruction is needed, I always offer but somehow kids just always “know” better.  Apparently this wasn’t one of those times. Can you relate?

#Time2Refuel

When anxiety was great within me,your consolation brought me joy.  Psalm 94:19

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