For those of you that don't know (and I know there's a lot of you out there who peek into my blog, but REFUSE to start one of your own....come on, people, it's therapeutic!), I have been "ordered" off of work until after my maternity leave. The doc never declared it bed rest, but I am supposed to be resting as much as possible.
Anyway, this pseudo-bedrest is for the birds! I mean, don't get me wrong, it is nice to take a nap if I feel like it, to lounge around in my HUGE mumu gown all day long (until I have to pick up the kids from school). There are definitely perks if you enjoy the sloth lifestyle, but I am SO BORED, and I mistakenly declared that to some people the other day.
Well, the very next day (yesterday, in fact) the boredom ceased! As I was resting on the couch in my big gown, my feet propped up on an ottoman, a huge glass of ice water nestled nearby, with thoughts of a nice nap flitting through my relaxed brain, I get a phone call from school. I see the caller ID and think to myself.....it's either....A) my teaching partner asking me a question about where something is B) my long-term sub asking me a question OR C)the office asking me a question. However, on the other end of the line is Savannah's 3rd grade teacher, who Savannah has already declared "so cool!"
Ms. Cool Teacher calmly reports that Savannah has ran into a pole at recess. Well, with my warped sense of humor, my immediate reaction is to kind of laugh to myself. I think I may have even chuckled into the phone. But then Ms. Cool reports that Savannah has actually chipped her front tooth. OK...for me, that suddenly was NOT funny.
Her front tooth....the big giant one that almost protrudes from her head as most 3rd graders' do. Suddenly, flashes of my relaxed, or BORED, day suddenly escape my brain. I'm focused on daughter #1, not daughter #2 nestled comfortably (for her, not me) in my womb. I rush up there, and sure enough, she has chipped it good. I am relieved, I must say, that after hearing her side of the story, I realized she didn't just run and smack into a pole. That thought was comforting. I knew my beautiful daughter, with her long coltish legs, was not the most graceful thing in the world, but the idea of her idiotically plunging into a pole on the blacktop was a tad bit disturbing to me, so I was relieved to hear that she and a bunch of friends were kind of spinning on it when they got tangled up, and then she smacked into the pole.
Anyhoo, we got her to the dentist within an hour or two. They took x-rays and fixed her tooth all up by bonding it. It looks almost as good as new. The best part for her was that she was hooked up to some laughing gas. She had a big smile on her face during the entire procedure.
I hate that her permanent tooth in her beautiful smile is slightly damaged. I love the fact that they were able to pretty much fix it. I also am grateful that Ms. Cool Teacher called me to give me a heads-up on the whole matter. Oh yeah, Ms. Cool Teacher had also burned a kids' Beatle CD for my little coltish one just yesterday morning before the BIG BANG, so she was able to chill out on the way to the the dentist.
Anyway, I will no longer say that I am bored. OR if I do, I will quietly whisper it to myself, so the powers of the world do not hear me and decide to mock me.
2 comments:
I so hear you. My latest blog is almost about the same thing. Tell Savannah I did the same thing when I was little and noone can tell my tooth is chipped!!!
That picture is priceless. I can see it in a wedding slide show or graduation announcement or something. I took a good look at her today and had no clue which tooth was the victim of the pole.
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