Day 5…a series of mini blogs

Arrrgggghhhh! The discomfort from these screws in my mouth is awful, much more than I anticipated. But I was told by my wonderful friend that the pain is worth it in the end and to hang in there. Thank you, Kathleen!!

Had fun grossing Lucas out this morning, though. I let him see all four screws. He cringed and told me I made his legs feel all weird! This Mama doesn’t get to gross out the kiddos very often so when I do I am going to take full advantage of it.

In a little while I have to be up and at ’em for Claire’s rescheduled Holiday party…gotta love a Holiday party after the Holidays are over! I hope I make it through. I promised Claire I would be there so I need to make good on my promise. (I stopped taking the hydrocodone so at least I can drive. It didn’t help the pain anyway, just made me loopy and tired). I know she will want me to stay for lunch. I don’t think I can make it through the noise in the cafeteria. It will be defeaning and with my face feeling like I am being hit in the head with a bag of hammers—on top of four screws in my mouth…well, you get the idea.

More later…

Claire’s party is done and I made it. She was so happy I was there so it made every bit of discomfort in my head from the shrieking, cheering, happy kids worth it. Next stop – carpool! Gonna rest for now.

It’s a light night for carpooling. All I had to do was pick up Claire and her two friends, Emma and Sophie, from swim practice and is it fun to listen to three 4th grade girls talking in the car. Those three are a trip! They talked about school-which middle school they (and their friends) want to attend (even though it’s a year and a half away). They talked about boys and not liking them. They talked about Beezer, a girl in their swim group who seems to be a little more emotionally mature than our girls…hmmm not sure I’m ready for this upcoming life with girls and all it entails! They talked and talked and talked. I listened and listened and listened. They make me smile.

Came home and made tacos for dinner. I had soup. I really wanted tacos – my mouth didn’t. But I made the tacos for the kids because I knew they would be in heaven. Oh, for the love of my children…

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