I’m writing t
his post now at 10 o’clock at night during, I hope to gods, the last washing load of the day.
The boys have only been back to school for 4 days and I feel buried under a pile of dirty clothes that would probably stretch to the moon. #1son told me at 7.30 this evening his PE kit needed to be washed, dried and ready to go for 8 tomorrow morning. His timing was impeccable as I’d just put on a load of white washing with the hope of getting out mud stains all down #2son’s white school shirts.
Then there’s Tabitha and her toilet training accidents which result in more costume changes during the day than a Lady GaGa concert. And today I had the extra pleasure of washing the car seat after another mishap. Grrrrr….
Apart from spending a lot more time than I’d like out in the utility room with my washing machine (it’s called Hitler btw… and it’s probably not politically correct to call your washing machine that) I’ve been to the dentist today. The very same dentist who yanked my tooth out and left me with a hospital appointment for next week to rectify her handiwork. She seems to have a liking for my teeth as Madame Guillotine has for necks. She has noticed 3 cavities and says there are 2 more potential fillings too.
I do not like her and I don’t trust what she tells me.
I’m beginning to develop a phobia about dentists. It’s never bothered me before but already I’m incredibly nervous about my hospital appointment.
No wonder my head is aching. THUMP… thump… THUMP
Well, I’m off now. Back to another rendezvous with Hitler and some PE shorts. Joy.
It's crucial to trust your dentist. If I feel that one is incompetent or trying to rip me off by doing unnecessary dental work, I switch until I find one who I trust. Then I stay with that one for as long as possible!
I agree – I'm not going back. When I get my hospital appointment out the way I'll call around. I can only think of one dental appointment at a time or my head will explode. Probably.
ah motherhood…. of course there is more than laundry, there's dishes, cooking, wiping up dirty spots on the floor, walls, counters, cupboards…..
Thanks K. I feel so much better now you've put it in perspective
I sometimes think the only thing you do in life is laundry and cleaning, laundry and tidying up, laundry and even more laundry. And I live alone!!!
First off – I totally agree with Debra, TRUST YOUR FEELINGS (always!!) and if you don't trust (or even like!!) your dentist, FIRE HER!!! Does she *really* deserve to have you helpless and fearful in her chair, doing whatever she wishes to you – and obviously incompetently – then CHARGING you for the privilege??? Of course not…glad to hear that you've decided to not go back, luv…
Secondly – while I have no doubt that motherhood can be (and IS!!) a royal pain periodically, I'll gladly trade you a mountain of laundry and other (endless, I know!) chores for a family (with precious grandbabies to come in the future, your little dividends for your investments now, remember!
) and home of my own, not having to spend my life at a department store selling clothes to often-unpleasant women (and that's the GOOD part LOL!! – my manager just LOVES to load me up with enough "slave work" for ten people with a completely unrealistic deadline to do it all in!)…and having NO success as yet in finding something better in this economy. Okay, okay, I know, this isn't helpful…all I can say, Lyn, is that I do feel your frustration and fatigue, and I care and wish I could help. If I were there, I'd be pitching in with the wash (I've always ENJOYED doing laundry – the only household task I DO like – I must have been a washerwoman in another [happier!] life!!) and helping with the cooking, fixing little snacks for everyone, baking bread and cookies and cakes…reading to the kids, and giving them art lessons, and working out in the garden, keeping the plants happy!! Oh well…all I can do at this point is to send my friendship and perpetual good will and loving wishes. I'll suggest to you what I keep hearing: Persist, Persevere, Prevail…things WILL get better, and remember that you are loved by many! – Charla