By the end of the day yesterday, I was tired and my teeth hurt to the point that I was ready to have them all pulled out and just get false ones instead. My orthodontist keeps saying we need to fill some spaces, but don’t they have some kind of Bondo they can use instead of making my life a living hell?
I guess not.
Plus, he took some x-rays of my mouth because I’m pretty sure he’s trying to get my hopes up that it’s about time to set my teeth free so that he can then dash those hopes to the ground and make me feel foolish for ever thinking a day will come that I won’t have wires sticking into my gums.
Anyway, it was time for Caroline to go to bed and bedtime can be enough of a beating even when I’m feeling good, and last night my patience was at an all time low. And of course, she had to peruse her entire inventory of books before deciding on her bedtime stories.
Then, she needed water.
Then, she needed to go to the bathroom.
Then, she needed to give Daddy one more hug.
Then, my head spun around in circles until it exploded into pieces that flew all over the room.
Finally, stories were read, kisses were given and she started asking for stuff again. In a loud voice I said, “NO. NO. NO. NO MORE STUFF. Now let’s say your prayers and get in bed.”
And she looked me in the eye and said, “Okay, Mama. I’m going to pray that you wouldn’t be so mean.”