When I was a kid, losing teeth meant a couple things: 1. my uncles would pick on me and call me snaggle tooth AGAIN, and 2. it was pay day.
As an adult, losing teeth means a couple things too: 1. I'm either a hockey player or senior citizen, or 2. I am poor until pay day.
This week, my sweet college-attending husband morphed into the terrible persona of Dr. Jekle and Mr. Hyde. To be quite honest, I'm not sure which is which, but the idea is, my husband would literally transform from the sweet, silly, teddy bear husband I married, to a hulk-like creature, with tears in his eyes, pacing holes in my floor in seconds. He was struck with a toothache this week. A bad one. And that meant the loss of a tooth was probably going to occur. Needing to occur. For everyone's safety, inluding the floor's. And seeing as we're not quite senior citizens yet, and neither of us have taken up hockey as a pastime, this meant we would probably be poor until payday.
After navigating my way through my Hubby/Hulk phases until we finally got a dentist appointment, I thought this would be an adorable opportunity to stand supportive beside my husband for the first time as he had a pretty painful procedure done. I was ready for the super cute tooth fairy inside me to appear beside him and smile sweetly with looks of encouragement............................................................. that was NOT the case.
*Sighs*
Nope. "Standing" "beside" him, literally leaning against the wall of the room, was his sweet little wife... turning white... knees buckling... and then... not really standing so much at all. *hangs head in shame* No. I didn't faint. It was much more elegant than that people. I simply fought past the rapid sweats that came over my body, swallowed whatever it was that wanted to come up, and said in a bold heroic voice, "umm... I need to sit down"... then slid down the wall to the floor. *slaps forehead*
I sure hope you're seeing this. Because it's all I keep repeating in my head since. Really? THAT was my big, strong, wife, tooth fairy debut?? Fail. Epic fail.
NEVER in my life have I been squeemish! Now, true, I've never been on that side of the operating chair... but for my first time?... to fail so pathetically? Really? The saddest part is that the DENTIST said I should go wait in the waiting room. Sigh. I'm officially one of "those people" - that have to leave the room when needles come out. No offense to my fellow-softies out there that I'm now joining. I just thought I would always be able to venture to the doctor sans the barf bag in my purse. Dangit. Is there such thing as adult-onset-queezyness? That's the ONLY thing can can explain my display of mush.
The good news is, that my sweet husband has abandoned his Hulk side for good. The procedure was quick and easy, and not even too bad on the check book. I'm very proud of him for being so strong, as I will obviously be of no use to him in the future for procedures... and goodness... our poor, lonely, motherless-in-the-doctor's-office future children! We'll handle that when we get there. Sigh. Anyways, he did wonderfully and is feeling much better, in fact, he said that the second the tooth came out the pain instantly disappeared.............. like his wife................. in the waiting room...
Friday, January 27, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
The Wheels on the Rusted Bus...
Our humble home will soon be filled with homework, our fridge covered in report cards, and our nights filled with research papers!
No, we're not adopting a child or housing a foreign exchange student. No, we're not moving in with our parents (again). Nope. I am proud to say that my husband, who hasn't been in a classroom since 2004, is enrolled for the Spring Semester at one of our local Colleges!
The wheels on the school bus are turning again! Just not as easily or quickly as they used to when we were young pups. But he has hopped on that bus for the first time since graduating High School, and his smiling face showing me his class schedule was too adorable to not melt with pride. My 'lil ole man is going to college! Now, we're not "old" by any means (yet), and my teasing is just that, teasing. However, he didn't help matters by stating, after the big smiles and Adam Sandler/Billy Madison impressions and singing of "Back to Schhhewl" faded, that, "Oh dang...I'm going to be in a class of 18 year olds...". When our laughter subsided, I started thinking about this new chapter!
What's it going to be like to send him off to school twice a week and not work? What's it going to be like when he's craming for finals in the midst of craming for bills to be paid? What's are we going to do when he can't go play on date night because he hasn't finished his homework? Ha ha! This non-traditional lifestyle that we're embarking on may have a lot of questions, but I'm excited and ready for whatever comes our way. I'm fairly certain I should brush up on my college algebra though... I see this being a team effort in lots of ways ;)
No, we're not adopting a child or housing a foreign exchange student. No, we're not moving in with our parents (again). Nope. I am proud to say that my husband, who hasn't been in a classroom since 2004, is enrolled for the Spring Semester at one of our local Colleges!
The wheels on the school bus are turning again! Just not as easily or quickly as they used to when we were young pups. But he has hopped on that bus for the first time since graduating High School, and his smiling face showing me his class schedule was too adorable to not melt with pride. My 'lil ole man is going to college! Now, we're not "old" by any means (yet), and my teasing is just that, teasing. However, he didn't help matters by stating, after the big smiles and Adam Sandler/Billy Madison impressions and singing of "Back to Schhhewl" faded, that, "Oh dang...I'm going to be in a class of 18 year olds...". When our laughter subsided, I started thinking about this new chapter!
What's it going to be like to send him off to school twice a week and not work? What's it going to be like when he's craming for finals in the midst of craming for bills to be paid? What's are we going to do when he can't go play on date night because he hasn't finished his homework? Ha ha! This non-traditional lifestyle that we're embarking on may have a lot of questions, but I'm excited and ready for whatever comes our way. I'm fairly certain I should brush up on my college algebra though... I see this being a team effort in lots of ways ;)
Monday, January 9, 2012
The Aunts Go Marching 2 by 2...
One week ago today my sweet step-sister was admitted into the hospital because the bouncing baby boy inside her belly was really anxious to meet his Aunt-T! That'd be me :) And even though he appeared anxious, it wasn't until the following evening that we actually met, but that's okay, it's just because I've already taught him to be fashionably late ;)
When I saw his sweet little face for the first time through the nursery room glass, it was quite possibly the first time I've actually been the definition of speechless! Seriously! I could form no words, not even a noise. My husband thought something was wrong! It's never happened before! No witty comments, no strange coo'ing noise, not even a song! I stood completely speechless, gazing teary eyed at this beautiful, perfect, tiny human that just entered our lives.
My step-mom said it perfectly, "how can you not believe in a God when you see something like that?" For real! To know that for 9 months a baby is constructed perfectly, with everything it needs to take it's first breath, to move and learn and walk, and live for decades! Amazing! And people honestly view that as coincidence?? Riiight. I'm totally down with a poof and a bang being able to form life as meticulous as that. *rolls eyes*
The really cool thing, is that I get to do it again in 6 months! My beautiful sister-in-law is expecting too! And that means I get to be an aunt TWICE this year, be jealous. So to see the product of what's cooking up in her belly is just awesome.
I pray that I can be the aunt that I had growing up. The person to call and cry to when their parents are uncool, the person they want to hang out with and go shopping with, and dress like (ha ha). The person with open doors and open arms for whatever comes. The person that can make them laugh until their ribs are sore that they can't wait to see again. The person to introduce them to "old" movies and "classic" music (sadly being Lion King and N'Sync). The person that is there at every school play, band concert, and piano recital. *Insert girly sigh* I want to be that aunt. I was blessed with aunts like this. And as I've grown, the relationships have changed, as so many do. I still cherish each memory and the ones we're still making, and I can only pray that I can be as great as they were.
Little Eli, you are soooo very loved. And little unborn peanut, so are you! This aunt is so excited for the new title and responsibility. Zoo trips, picnics, baseball games, coloring books, mud pies, kites, candy, aaahhh, this is going to be good :)
When I saw his sweet little face for the first time through the nursery room glass, it was quite possibly the first time I've actually been the definition of speechless! Seriously! I could form no words, not even a noise. My husband thought something was wrong! It's never happened before! No witty comments, no strange coo'ing noise, not even a song! I stood completely speechless, gazing teary eyed at this beautiful, perfect, tiny human that just entered our lives.
My step-mom said it perfectly, "how can you not believe in a God when you see something like that?" For real! To know that for 9 months a baby is constructed perfectly, with everything it needs to take it's first breath, to move and learn and walk, and live for decades! Amazing! And people honestly view that as coincidence?? Riiight. I'm totally down with a poof and a bang being able to form life as meticulous as that. *rolls eyes*
The really cool thing, is that I get to do it again in 6 months! My beautiful sister-in-law is expecting too! And that means I get to be an aunt TWICE this year, be jealous. So to see the product of what's cooking up in her belly is just awesome.
I pray that I can be the aunt that I had growing up. The person to call and cry to when their parents are uncool, the person they want to hang out with and go shopping with, and dress like (ha ha). The person with open doors and open arms for whatever comes. The person that can make them laugh until their ribs are sore that they can't wait to see again. The person to introduce them to "old" movies and "classic" music (sadly being Lion King and N'Sync). The person that is there at every school play, band concert, and piano recital. *Insert girly sigh* I want to be that aunt. I was blessed with aunts like this. And as I've grown, the relationships have changed, as so many do. I still cherish each memory and the ones we're still making, and I can only pray that I can be as great as they were.
Little Eli, you are soooo very loved. And little unborn peanut, so are you! This aunt is so excited for the new title and responsibility. Zoo trips, picnics, baseball games, coloring books, mud pies, kites, candy, aaahhh, this is going to be good :)
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