The Halloween that Daddy Saved

You can imagine the chaos that is my house, given that I have three children.  That said, when we were ready to put on Halloween costumes, which had been worn a couple of weeks ago for a cousin's party, we discovered that Collin's Peter Pan hat had gone missing.  I initially blamed Cameron, because her room is the most disastrous in the house, and she had taken the bag of costumes into her room and dumped them on the floor.  At any rate, we searched the house, and it is nowhere to be found.  So, in a moment of chivalry and fatherly love, G went to the fabric store to purchase felt, and we made Collin a new hat.  After all, he'd have just been a boy in a green and brown outfit, without that hat. 



The kids had fun trick-or-treating, of course.  Booah was the most entertaining...he frequently shouted, in his two-year-old accent, "OPEN THE DOOR!  I GET CANDY!"  Or, when he was done talking to one sweet elderly neighbor, he promptly (and loudly) told her to shut the door.  Ang and I could hardly stand it.  Pictures will be posted soon.  Mind you, they couldn't wait to go out, so I only got, like, one picture each.

So, I had my root canal re-done yesterday.  Initially, they told me I would need new impressions done for my crown, as the lab didn't like what they got.  When I got in the chair (without valium, mind you), they proceeded to open the tooth back up and clean out the canals some more.  Mercy.  He then told me, more than once, that he was very concerned I would lose the tooth entirely, as it is badly cracked.  My feeling (and I think my dentist's, too) is that the dentist who did my filling a couple of months ago, cracked the tooth when she drilled it.  Why, oh why, did I go to see another dentist?!  Now, it may or may not be her "fault".  It could just be something that happened because the cavity was so deep.  It could have been her inexperience...fresh out of dental school.  I could have been just one of those things.  At any rate, I'm too damn young to have this happen, and I'm praying the reconstruction he did yesterday will be sufficient and sturdy enough to perform well.

One more thing I forgot to mention...my middle boy Collin was just in a taping for some kids' songs!  Yep, he's gonna be a local star (ok, not really, but he will be on On-Demand kids' programming, which is pretty cool).  He was shy, but not his usual head-in-the-sand self.  He actually did rather well, considering how standoffish he usually is.  He is absolutely in love with Christine, the musician he was "working" for.  She's his new girlfriend, and he gets a funny look on his face when he talks about her.  Unfortunately, he didn't show them his breakdance skills, which we were really hoping for.  I hope he gets the chance to do another video in the future, and he'll get to do it then...but then he'll be older and it won't be quite as cute.  Oh well, it was something fun to do, and he enjoyed it...that's all that matters. 

Hope you all had a great Halloween!

They're Gone

So, my bastard wisdom teeth that have sabotaged my body for some time now, are finally gone. The drugs have not worn off yet, which is the only reason I'm capable of writing. I'm pretty sure I'm going to feel like hell later on tonight. You know, just in time for not being able to sleep. Who knows, maybe MJ will have one of her sleepless nights and I can talk her ear off (or, mumble it off).

So, here's the best part. I was anxiously awaiting my appointment, and G was getting ready. To go to work. I asked him why he was dressing in khakis and dressy shoes, knowing full well what was up. I said, Do I have to drive myself to the dentist? You know, because one is not supposed to drive after taking Valium. The instructions explicitly said, you must have someone drive you, stay with you, and take you home. He said, Am I supposed to be staying home today? Hmph. At once, I expected it, and was astonished. I made the appointment, what, a month or more ago? I told him I would need a ride, and that the dentist recommended I have help with the kids for a WEEK. In fact, today they told me to lift no more than 5lbs for 7-10 days. Now, I didn't expect him to stay home for a week, just a day or two. G, in all his dental expertise, told me I only needed one day (the day of). He told me he figured I'd made other arrangements, you know, that my mom or someone would take me. I guess he figured they'd be taking care of the kids, too. It blows me away that after supporting someone for ten years, after "holding his hand" through all of his trials, when I need something, I'm just someone else's problem (or my own prolbem). Mind you, he did stay home--what else could he do? It's a little late to stray off course, an hour before the appointment. I could have called a cab. Probably should have. He has also informed me that he will be going to work as planned tomorrow. Nevermind that I will be taking oxycodone and motrin, a steroid, and an antibiotic. Nevermind that kids will need to be lifted, changed, bathed, fed, etc. So, I sit here spitting blood, and my feelings are hurt. He's going to feel it's a betrayal that I wrote this, if he ever does read it...but oh well. It's therapeutic to document my life. I understand that he has things to do. He has deadlines, he has appointments. But people-family-are the only thing in this world that truly matter. We used to be on the same page about that, or at least I thought.

At any rate, I do have an excellent dentist. He did a great job, and he was fast, gentle, efficient, and comforting. I'd recommend him to anyone. I will admit that I was a wuss about it, but I tried to be brave. He assured me that I would be fine, and I am. Now I just have the hard part...the healing, while having to run a house and take care of three kids. Please God, no dry socket. Work is going to give me hell if I call out after my sick leave, but right now, I really don't care. The best part about this whole thing is, I never have to do this again. Thank you Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, and all the Saints. And thanks to my mom and my sister (my blood sister, and those who are not related), because they always pull for me. No nachos for me for a while, but with any luck, I'll be relatively normal in a couple of days. Good times, good times.