One Of Those Days

This was supposed to be a long, sardonic post moaning about how rough we had it one day. Trust me, it was a doozy. It involved taking a two year old to the dentist and holding her down while she got two cavities filled. It involved Lo Gung going into work for a two hour meeting that resulted in him getting some files to work on...that he couldn't edit. It involved him looking forward to a game of tennis after work and leaving his tennis shoes home, which then involved me driving 45 minutes to his office to give him his shoes, which (of COURSE) were the wrong shoes. (Before you judge, I offered to drive the shoes out there, but couldn't get him on the phone to tell me where his shoes WERE...and I grabbed the wrong ones. It was just one of those days, okay?)

So, instead of boring you with all those details (because, frankly, I'd like to forget that dentist visit ever happened!) I'm just going to tell you this - if your kid's got teeth, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE or the love of all that is calm and lovely, help them to floss, and brush twice a day. Do that, and you MIGHT be able to avoid the dreaded Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

This has been your service announcement for the day. You may now return to your normally scheduled activities.

Thank you.

(In all fairness, though, I have to say that day ended up rather nice. Once we got to Lo Gung's office, all of his co-workers cooed over my kids. Then BBJ found a jar of cookies on Daddy's desk and he let her take them home. Oh, and there were friends waiting for us when we got back to the house and the kids all had a great time that night while Lo Gung was out playing tennis. We grilled corn and ate pasta salad and cantaloupe, then put all three kids into their swimsuits and threw them in the bathtub. Good times, good times.)