My new dentist emailed over the weekend *swoooon* to let me know of a cancellation today at 2pm. For the root canal redo ... shoot me. Anyway, I accepted which means I could not go to a fabulous lunch at my in-laws which makes me sooo sad BUT not sad enough to go another 8 days with a throbbing mangled tooth. explanation: Almost 3 years after a stupid kid hit Bear's car hard enough to rip the seat from the frame, the other side has finally gotten around to scheduling a deposition. So we all planned to have a little daytrip. So the plan was for Bear to take Rio and have a nice lunch and then go to his deposition. We were to leave at 9am.
Bear decided to go into work for just one thing.
It is 11:25, they left 5 minutes ago. He got back here after 11 and still had to shave and shower. I had his clothes ironed and laid out, his lunch packed, snacks, drinks and diapers in the car and the car running.
I could honestly hit him in the head with a giant steel clock.
But! I now have 1.25 hours all to myself before I have to leave for the dentist. I'm not taking calls, I am cleaning up AND I'M LISTENING TO HOWARD100 AT FULL BLAST!
This is a little sad, non?
:: amended to add ::
I had the best root canal today. I'm not even kidding. I am a little bit insanely in love with my new dentist. If you live within 1000 miles of Brookline MA, you must see him! *swooon*