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I ordered my new computer! My old one is confined to the table until the new one gets here. I’m terrified that the frayed wire holding the keyboard/CPU to the screen is going to snap and everything will go bye bye. I think there is a way to hook a laptop up to a regular monitor, but I need a laptop in my daily life. Need, I tell you! Can you imagine what our ancestors even two generations back would say about such a need? They wouldn’t know what the hell we were talking about.
Erik and I had dental appointments today. I was pretty irked by the end. I thought Erik did a good job of sitting still for a three year old, but he is three years old. He was really scared when the chair moved up and down so kept rolling over while it was moving. Then he was wiggling his tongue around during the examination and scooting downwards in the seat. It could have been a lot worse, but it was obvious the hygienist was getting frustrated with him. She was trying to be perky, but she must have had a bad morning because the perk was wearing thin. When the dentist came in they readjusted the seat, which made Erik roll around some more. While the dentist was examining him, he asked me, quite seriously, if I realized Erik was wiggling around so much. Uhhhh. DUH! He’s three. He’s holding his mouth open, what more do you want?
They wanted to put some sealer stuff on his teeth, but he had to hold absolutely still for sixty seconds and none of us thought he could do that. They seemed very put out by this and I realize it was probably for Erik’s own good and they just want his teeth to be happy, but after the obvious frustration during the exam I was just irritated by the attitude. I have to admit, it was nothing like the mean, nasty attitude the pediatric dentist displayed the two times we visited his office. They are a little more patient at our family dentist.
When it was my turn I think they took their frustrations out on poor Mommy. I swear the hygienist sharpened her cleaning took into a dental shiv. I have never had such a painful cleaning. It HURT. Badly! I could taste the blood and when I looked at the try I could see a bunch of little gauze pads covered in blood. I’ve never experienced anything like that with a teeth cleaning.
Thankfully they didn’t find anything wrong, except for the regular harassment/disappointment about my wisdom teeth. Dude! I am not getting them out unless they start to hurt or cause trouble. They’ve been in there this long. They can wait a few more years. I don’t have the time/money/pain threshold to get them removed just because they might possibly get a cavity in them in a few years because they are awkward to brush. Also, I was told to floss three times a day. Yikes! I thought one time a day as plenty. Will dentists never be satisfied?
I really want to tell you about a possible super secret project Mike might get/have to do at work, but I’ve been forbidden. I probably didn’t need to be forbidden. A) I can’t spell the name of the place. B) I don’t know if it is a company, planet, city or country. It’s so secret I don’t even know what the secret is. How can I divulge state secrets when no one tells me any?
Well. Erik tells me secrets. They are often something like “bajjeeeesh bajou beep beep” though he did manage to tell me “stickers” at Safeway the other day. All the lady checkers give him stickers but the men are oblivious so he has to ask for them. Usually he has no problem speaking up, but I guess he was a little shy the other day and he wanted me to ask. I’m such a hardass that I wouldn’t. I told him he could ask if he wanted them, and he did. I wouldn’t be that mean with a kid that I knew was shy, but we don’t have that problem in our life. Although. . .maybe it would be even more important to be a hardass with a kid that was shy. I have no idea. I was always very shy and I’m not sure if it would have been better or worse to have been forced to speak up. Probably better. My year of being vivacious and speaking up even when I felt like puking from nerves really did change my life and my attitude. I am not shy in social situations anymore, most of the time. Be vivacious! It’s a lot more fun!