Apparently My Teeth are Very Sympathetic

True story: when I was 19 years old, I had an appointment to get my wisdom teeth surgically removed. But then I got a kickin’ summer job so I had to cancel the appointment. Because I am an idiot and a scaredy cat, i never re-scheduled the appointment, which was really dumb because back then my parents and their insurance would have paid for it.

About four years later, when Bobby and I were newlyweds, he started getting his wisdom teeth in. For whatever reason, he had never had his out either, and getting them in was pretty painful. I know this, because within a couple of days of his bothering him mine started coming in too!! Isn’t that weird??? It hurt like a mother!! We loaded up on Advil and Orajel and eventually it subsided.

Fast forward to three-and-a-half years later, when Joshua was about six months old. He got four teeth within a month, and guess what? My bottom left wisdom tooth started coming in at the same time. This time, it hurt even more than before! It just throbbed and throbbed. Now I understood why babies are so undone by teething. It flippin’ kills! Once agan I loaded up on Advil and Orajel. This time, it took a couple of weeks to really dissipate. It hurt, BAD, and I was much grumpier about my teething troubles that Joshua was about his!

Jumping another four years into the present, it is now Sophie who is teething. She has, at the ripe old age of 19 months, six teeth, but right now she is working really hard on two more. Wouldn’t you know it, about two days ago, my bottom right wisdom tooth decided it was time to come out and play. It is fairly irritating, but so far not as bad as it has been in the past. I am crossing my fingers that it doesn’t get there! Sophie and I both throwing teething tantrums will not be a pretty sight!

My last dental cleaning a few months ago was with a new dentist. She took a look at my x-rays and said, “What’s an old lady like you doing with wisdom teeth?” She knows how to charm ’em. But anyways, seeing as my kids have lots of years of getting and losing and getting new teeth ahead of them, I am gonna price having these babies out as soon as Sophie is weaned! I am way too wimpy (as well as too old) for this teething stuff!

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Some Moms are Fun Moms. And then there’s ME.

Yesterday my friend Andrea and I were talking (yes, this is the same Andrea whose house and dog Joshua puked all over. Yes, we are still friends. We were at a park yesterday so there was no need to worry about Joshua hurling all over her carpet or newborn baby. Anyhoo.) about my recent vacation to Virginia, and I was saying that when I go on vacation, I like to just lay around. I prefer if that “laying around” happens on a beach, but Virginia was good too. I mean we took the kids for short outings to the creeks and rivers and other places where they could play, but no more than two hours long at a pop. Andrea agreed and she also likes a lazy vacay. She vacations each year in Florida, but, she said, “I have no interest in going to Disney World or anywhere like that.”

“Me neither!” I agreed. “Emily took Kate though. She’s crazy!”

Sorry Karen, but the thought of going to Disney World with my kids makes me want to jump off a bridge. Nothing against you, good folks at Disney! I would LOVE to go with my husband or with Emily and kick it Disney-style for a day (and then spend the rest of vacation laying around) but I am waaaay too lazy to take my kids there. Besides, I think they should wait until they are older to truly enjoy the magic. My parents took me when I was six and the only thing I remember about it is that the guy dressed up as Captain Hook scared the bejeebers out of me and my Dad almost clocked him ’cause he wouldn’t leave me alone! I don’t want a hug, you gimpy pirate! Leave me alone!

Emily, on the other hand, is a fun mom. As I mentioned, she and Andy took Kate to Disney when Kate was three and she had the time of her life! And I think they actually had fun, too. Unless they are just lying to save face. Which is what I would have to do.

Andrea and I continued or conversation by focusing on local spots to avoid. The first one that sprang to mind was an amusement park I loved to go to when I was young, which is about an hour away from our house, Kings Island. “Oh yeah,” I said, “You couldn’t pay me to take the kids to Kings Island. I know Emily has taken Kate there though.” Andrea agreed that she too would rather go on Fear Factor than take her kids to Kings Island. Too much waiting in long lines in the sun with people whose kids are not nearly as innocent and sheltered as ours are! And lots of teenagers making out everywhere. And more tie-dye than is healthy in one locale.

Just a mere 8 hours later at about 8:30, I got a text message from Emily on my cell. Here is what it said: “We are at Kings Island and we are in line for the Beastie for the 4th time today. I am too old for this.” I was all by myself, but I totally cracked up. I had no idea when I was having that conversation with Andrea earlier, that Emily was actually AT Kings Island at that exact moment with her hubby, 4-year-old, and 10-week-old!! She was at the very place I said I wouldn’t be caught dead at! Because apparently she and Andy don’t mind torturing themselves so that their kids can have fun! Who knew??

I called her the next morning and said, “There is just one thing I need to know. I know you were both smoking crack. But which one of you bought it?”

“Actually,” Emily said, “we had a really nice time. One of us stayed with Sam and one of us rode rides with Kate.”

A nice time. Riiiight. Keep telling yourself that, Em. And keep on smokin’ that crack! I’m sure it helps!

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