Why I Haven’t Blogged In Over A Week
This week has been old-school Robin ridiculous. Three trips to the dentist, three trips to the doctors office, approximately 15-20 hours of sitting in doctor’s offices and about 1.2 million dollars in co-pays and dental fees that are not covered by our non-existent dental insurance. That’s not to mention the butt-sweat and panic attacks I’ve experienced while trying to keep Sadie from log-rolling in the floor or going through random stranger’s purses and diaper bags.
My nerves are shot.
Want a brief photo tour of my butt-sweat inducing week? Only for you…
One of the 800 times Sadie rolled in the floor at the dentist’s office. I picked her up about 750 times. But 30 pounds seems like 300 when it’s all focused on fighting, bucking and pushing away from you.
I wish you could see that I was RUNNING down the hall trying to catch her before she ran into the men’s room. Again, she did this 800 times, so it was pretty easy to snap a picture. And of course, Emma is still in that “I’m-gonna-pee-in-every-potty-in-this-town” stage so we had the opportunity to visit the ladies’ room multiple times. On one of those visits a disembodied voice from a stall said, “You might want to leave.” I mean, REALLY. I appreciate the warning but where else would you like me to do what I came in here to do???
While trying to cook dinner that same day. Sadie destroyed a photo album…
and lovingly sprinkled an entire box of granola all over my house. I’ve been sweeping and vacuuming for 4 days and it’s still sticking to my socks.
On TOP of all that:
1) Christmas is right around the corner & I have to take back the only real gift I had for my kids because it’s not the right size.
2) I paid for three cavities for various family members. (We brush. If you floss your kids’ teeth every night, I would like to give you all three of my kids because you are obviously a better parent than I am.)
3) I had to Google “pinworms” last night. And nobody should ever, EVER have to do that.
Don’t send me e-mail about how I need to “count it all joy”– I GET it. I will survive. I have survived. God’s got this. But sometimes life is hard and your circumstances SEEM overwhelming. And that’s how I’ve felt all week.
Also, I have a new policy for snarky, hateful emails. I will no longer respond to them, but I will post them on the blog, on twitter, Facebook and quite possibly in a handful of different newspapers across the Southeast with your email address and let my friends and Chicks respond. My sister has been begging for a couple of pesky e-mailers’ addresses for months. She’s one email away from getting them.
I hope your week started great! Monday was awesome!
Oh Beth, Monday was so fabulous I forgot it was even part of this week! It was all makeup, fancy food and an after meeting peppermint chocolate milkshake from Chick-Fil-A. Monday was my happy place in the big black hole that turned out to be this week!
I love this blog post, for oh so many reasons!
Psst…. brushing and flossing doesn't always do it. I have this argument with my dentist all the time. I have two kids, homeschool, with same eating and brushing habits. The one with the spaced out teeth has more cavities than I'll say, most of which are in between the teeth, and the child with tight teeth, so tight that floss gets stuck, has yet to have her first.
It's in the genes or the blood or the cells or atoms or whatever you wanna call it. It's not all brushing and flossing, and I'll tell any mother or dentist that to their face and dare them to tell me different.
/soapbox
A to the FREAKING Men, Crystal!!! All these teeth are going to fall out anyway!
It's a little disturbing to me that the one part of this post that most resonated with me is the pin worm part…from my own childhood! One more than one occasion. Not fun. Crossing my fingers you don't have to go there…well, any more than there than an internet search.
As for sharing hater emails for fun posting fodder – Do it! Do it! Do it! Those things crack me up.
I'd love to help you respond to the nasty hater emails…so you go ahead girl, post 'em! And two cents worth from this dentist: As far as cavities go, all you can do is clean those teeth the best you can. Sometimes even though you try to do everything right, those bacteria will do their thing. So brush, floss, limit sugar, let your dentist place sealants and fluoride, and give the kids sugarfree gum/candy with xylitol. (It's the latest greatest thing to help fight cavities.) Then don't sweat it! (Other than having to cut out gum from one kid's hair because the other one thought it would be funny to stick it there.)
I love reading your blog! With boys just 15 months apart, I can sooo relate to your trips to the doctor. It just gets crazy, doesn't it!
Why do kids want to visit every public restroom in the country? I've had a child under 5 for 20 years now and think I, too, have seen them all!
Who would ever send YOU hateful email? I can't imagine?!
Who could be mean and snarky to you, Robin??? Funny how cowards will say anything when they can "hide" behind an anonymous name. I say – put their e-mails out there so we can all respond back! Fair is fair.
Thanks ladies!!
Oh, I LOVE this post. And let me tell you with 4 boys to use as my own little focus group, I will tell you that cavities are IN. THE. GENES. I have two with "bad" teeth and both have gotten their first cavities in exact mirror spots and the oldest has gotten a second in the exact same place on the opposite side and the younger one is trying to start one there. Our awesome dentist is the one who explained that sometimes it's obviously a case of genetics. We just do the best we can.
And I'm about 2 steps away from a padded room at any given moment. The list of disasters has just grown too long, and I don't even have the energy for a photograph. Anyone who throws out quotes such as "Too blessed to be depressed" deserves a big, fat punch in the face. Just because "God doesn't give us more than we can handle" doesn't mean it can't feel that way sometimes.
Deep breath. Shoulders back, stomach in, and carry on Sistah!!!