Monday began with a trip to the doctor for the kiddos. They had all been coughing and snotting for several days and I decided enough was enough. Of course, by the time the afternoon appointment rolled around, they were all giggles and I almost cancelled. But, we went and it’s a good thing. Between the four kids we had two eye infections, a sinus infection, one double ear infection and one with one of those dry, hacking coughs that make you want to pull your hair out in the middle of the night. We were in and out of the doctor’s office in less than thirty minutes. I don’t know why it never occurred to me that there would be a co-pay for each child. At my old pediatrician, we would usually have to wait in the waiting room for over an hour and, while it was annoying and stressful, at least I felt like I was getting my money’s worth. 

Tuesday brought dental appointments for myself and three of the kids. Yes, they were still coughing and snotting but I had made this appointment six weeks ago and had been dreading it since then. There was no way I was cancelling it now. Yeah, as much I hate to admit it, in this instance I was THAT mom. You know, the one that, when you sit next to her kids, you find yourself covering your body in hand sanitizer as if it were body lotion. Here is the thing. I have this tooth that has been causing me issues for quite some time. I actually wrote about it back in March. Yeah, I am not dramatic at all. So, I’m sitting in the dentist’s chair waiting to hear words like root canal and pain. It turns out that I just have a sensitive tooth and need to use some special toothpaste. My no cavity streak remains intact. It’s a good thing I worried about that for six months.

Nothing else much happened this week. Well, there was that morning when my husband looked at me funny and said, “What’s that stuff on your face?” Let’s see. I have four sick kids so it could be anything from cough syrup to snot. I just don’t know. I look in the mirror and don’t see anything suspicious.

“What stuff?”

“It’s like colored stuff on your eyes.”

“Um, do you mean my make up?”

“Oh, is that what it is?”

I put on my best offended face and inform him that I always wear make up. To which he replies, “Stacy, you don’t even always brush your teeth.”

Ouch.

Just don’t tell the dentist because she thinks my teeth are perfect.