I went to bed last night with a smile on my face. Then I dreamed I was failing a test in differential calculus. (I woke up humming Gilbert and Sullivan's "Modern Major General". Apparently my dreams are very well acquainted with matters mathematical). The dream topic was rather surprising. I assumed I would dream about melting faces and breast implants after having watched part of the Annual Hollywood Botox Convention last night. (Seriously, what happened to Billy Crystal's face? I'm willing to subscribe to a theory that his body was sent to the ceremony courtesy of Madame Tussaud's).
I should have known that a math-related dream was a bad omen.
It all started this morning when Matthew face-planted with a sippie cup in his mouth and managed to turn one of his front teeth completely sideways. A stellar beginning to a day, if there ever was one. This meant I had to arrange an emergency visit with a pediatric dentist, which is tricky when one doesn't actually have a pediatric dentist lined up. But, I managed to find a dentist willing to see him, and, after a bevy of phone calls to arrange for childcare and a screaming-bloody-murder dental appointment, we now get to play the waiting game for a week to see if the tooth will have to be yanked or not.
Poor little Matthew. He looks like he is auditioning to join the British Book of Smiles. His little mouth is so swollen and his twisted tooth so tragic-looking that I have to resist the urge to kiss him every time I'm within three feet of him. Which has pretty much been all day, considering he is now a permanent fixture of my leg when he is not whining in my arms.
Michael has joined in the whine-fest (he was already in full mope mode owing to his father disappearing into tax season, but he decided to up the ante after all the attention Matthew was getting), so, after what has been a long day for all of us, I bribed him with the chance to play with my phone and gave the babies full access to the cupboard of DVDS so that I could take fifteen minutes for some sanity blogging. The house is a mess, my bed isn't made, and I am resisting the urge to eat an entire bag of Doritos for dinner and call it good.
Or maybe a 5 or 6 Cadbury Eggs. Surely there is some nutritional value tucked into the middle of those.
Is it bedtime yet?
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8 comments:
teeth problems are no fun! I know, I broke my front tooth just months after it grew in! At least it's a baby tooth :) still unfortunate. Love reading your blog Bonnie! Wish I was in your ward! We moved to Denver and I'm feeling the chantilly ward withdrawal big time! I love it when you mention the twins, Clark is right there playing in the cereal, the toilet, the lotion, everything! He's very happy and well adjusted. see you! love,Marci
Eat the Doritos AND the Cadbury eggs. That's what I would do after a day like that. So, so sorry.
Dang, that's the pits. I give full permission to eat whatever you want. Sanity over caloric intake any day, especially after THIS day. Good luck and let me know how it turns out. (Oh, I almost have the powdered sugar that is all over my floor mopped up, so hopefully the pictures will be sent tomorrow)
Oh man! What a day. I wish we lived nearby, BJ could have fixed little Matthew right up. Well, maybe someday. :)
In the meantime, I hope you survive 3 kids and tax season! All the best!
Oh no! :(
We had an incident like that Thanksgiving morning. Pebbles whacked Woodstock with a toy and chipped her front tooth.
Fortunately, the whole thing was minor and, thanks to the ability to text pictures of the aforementioned tooth to our pediatric dentist, something that could be dealt with on a non-emergcy basis, but still ... teeth cause all kinds of problems.
Ooooh! I cringed reading this! That's horrible! Poor Matthew :( Poor you. I hope this was the low point for...well, a long, long, long, LONG while. Eat the eggs. Eat them.
Oh, man! Poor little Matthew! That sounds so painful. Wow. That's one heck of a day.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
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