….. Schedule a dentist appointment right before you’re going to work.
You see, I’ve been getting all my dental work up-to-date the last few weeks and didn’t even think twice about scheduling an appointment for a filling just before I was going to work.
It wasn’t until I was sitting in the dentist’s chair chewing the fat with the dentist and the dental hygienist while we waited for my Novocain to set in that I suddenly realized: half of my face is going numb….. and I’m supposed to do speech therapy in about one hour.
Trying to keep my tone casual, I cleared my throat and asked the dentist, “So, how long does the Novocain last?”
“About two to three hours,” he replied, “Why do you ask?”
A laugh escaped my lips, “Because I’m supposed to give speech therapy after this and half of my face is paralyzed.”
The dental hygienist raised her eyebrows and chuckled.
The dentist considered that for a moment and then said, “Well, you are definitely lopsided. But if you’d like, I can shoot up the other side, too, and you won’t be lopsided anymore.”
I smiled a half-smile (since that was all I could do) and replied, “Thank you, Doctor, but I think I’ll pass.”
Huh. Go figure!
(I’m guessing I was just a little tired, though I actually got to bed early last night).
(Which makes me wonder where I would have put them if I hadn’t gone to bed early last night?…..)
“Mommy?” the Wooga man said sweetly, “More trail mix, please? Pleeeease?”
I glanced down at his little bowl of trail mix sitting on the floor and laughed.
“You still need to eat the nuts and raisins,” I said, “It doesn’t count to just eat all the M&M’s. You can have more trail mix when your bowl is empty.”
He watched me silently and then turned quickly back toward his bowl and almost tipped it over.
“Please be careful not to dump it out,” I cautioned politely, hoping to keep my newly swept floor clean.
The Wooga man carefully sat down next to his bowl and reached in for a peanut.
“Good job, Littles,” I said, impressed that he was really going to eat all the non-M&M’s by himself and I went back to doing the dishes with a happy smile on my face.
“Mommy?” a sweet voice said after a few quiet minutes.
“Yes, Littles?” I replied.
“More trail mix, please? Pleeeeease?”
His bowl was empty.
(And he’d been very careful not to dump it out).
What on earth is a mom to do?
When you pass a co-worker in the hall who says, “Hi, how are you?”
And you reply, “Good, how are you, thank you.”