So, remember when I mentioned a that I might probably have an abscess in the way back corner of my mouth? *gasp*
I finally went to the dentist today. And I was so nervous and scared.
A new dentist that I had never been to before.
Let’s go back in Lex time and talk about dentists.
I’ve had a dentist phobia since I was a kid and the dentist left me sitting there forever in kid perception with that sucker thing hanging in my mouth for ages while he went to talk on the phone. By the time he came back my heart was pounding and I was in a cold sweat. I hated him after that. For a little kid, hate is a tough emotion.
As an adult, finding a dentist was kind of like dating for me. I had to find The One or it just wasn’t happening. So, to find The One, I could never just go to a dentist by picking one out of a dental plan book. If I could, I’d still be going to the dentist I had in high school. But he retired and sold his practice.
His replacement dentist was a little too good looking and oozed sex appeal. Do you know how hard that is when you are high on nitrus oxide and you have Dr. Ricardo straight out of a Mexican novela close to your face? And who, after pulling your wisdom teeth, called you personally to see if you were ok? High on vicodin answering the phone, I was all He Called! Like a damn school girl. We ended up breaking up because I couldn’t stand his office staff. Some of the orignal staff had quit and the new ones were annoying. And I overheard them bitching about how he was super high maintenance and kind of douchey. Buzzkill.
Around that time, a man I supervised at work had a son who was a dentist. So I decided to try him. Though he was just as charismatic as Dr. Ricardo, he was not as sexy. So, perfect, right? But, after a year, he left the practice and moved too far away for me to follow. I was left with his replacement, Dr. Defazio. Seriously, like Laverne. He was ok. A little rough though and I wasn’t liking that. But I left there in good shape with all those yucky metal fillings gone and white pretty ones in their place.
I moved north and it was just too far to visit Dr. Defazio anymore, so I found Dr. Dude. He was COOL. His office was state of the art fancy. And now that I think about it, he probably overcharged. But how exactly do you price compare? He was originally part of the dental insurance group but then he changed and I ended up paying PPO prices to continue going to him.
After my divorce and I became beach bound, I was without a dentist. I wasn’t about to drive an hour to see Dr. Cool. And I just never got around to finding a new one. Like dating, there comes a time where you just don’t want to look anymore. It was just one of those things that fell to the back burner. I’d think, Oh, I should probably find a dentist. I’ll look around next week. And just never did.
My girls were with a local pediatric dentist for a while. But we are so done with them!
I’m happy to tell you that I found a new dentist! And I LOVE HER!
Marco went to her first when he had an emergent tooth issue a couple months ago.
And today, I finally met her. She’s nice. Gentle. Doesn’t hurt. She’s got the state of the art equipment but the office has a homey feel to it. She kind of reminds me of Barrack Obama. She’s got a great smile and a friendly nature. And when she was done with me, I felt like hugging her. I didn’t though, because maybe that’s too awkward for a first dentist date.
Great news is, all I needed was some deep cleaning. No cavities!!! And she will see the girls because she’s a family dentist. And I’m confident they will have a much better experience there than the Torture Land that they call the last dentist.
Don’t ignore your teeth and gums, my friends.
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Day 9: Wine
Day 10: Refreshing
Day 11: Black & White
Day 12: Handwriting
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Talking with Isa…
Mom, when are you going to give me allowance again?
What? You want an allowance?
Yeah, you know, for the chores I do around the house. You used to give me allowance.
Yeah. I remember you did.
-It’s possible that I have given her money here and then but I don’t recall ever setting up a formal allowance type of situation.-
Do you really want allowance?
So I can buy stuff!
Well, I could give you allowance. But that means that you will have to buy things for yourself and save your money so that you have it for when you want to do things.
Um. Like what?
Like, when you went to your friend’s party and you wanted me to buy her present plus those earrings for yourself. And last weekend when you wanted that hello kitty notebook. Those kind of things. Is that what you want?
NO. Never mind.
I don’t know. Maybe an allowance would be good for her. I never had one growing up. And, truth be told, I never learned to be good with money. Is an allowance an effective way to teach her that?
As far as chores, we’ve assigned the girls their own duties to help around the house. That as a family member, they need to help out too. I don’t like the idea of paying them to do that. Everyone contributes to the household and that’s how it is. Gabi feeds the dog, helps put dishes away, folds and puts away her own laundry, and helps with the living room sweep of the various twin toys that end up scattered about. Isa folds and puts away her laundry as well as all the towels, puts away dishes, helps load the dishwasher, helps put groceries away, and cleans up after the dog in the yard, and all the various big sister duties of helping with the little ones. Should those things be tied to a monetary award?
Or maybe just giving each of them an amount on a regular basis regardless of what they do?
I don’t know. It’s something to consider.
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My sister came over on Saturday, because she was taking Nina duty with the big girls while the I took the twins and Marco with me early in the morning.
My girls love to spend time with their Nina. Often they monopolize her from the moment she walks in the door, eager to show her whatever they’ve been saving up to share with her. As we were all getting ready for bed my sister came to me on the sly to give me the latest scoop.
“Isa lost a tooth. But she swore me to secrecy. She doesn’t think the tooth fairy is real, so she’s giving it a test.”
Well, she is 11 years old. I’m sure she’s one of the last believers to fall in her age group.
We laughed about it and that was that. I promptly forgot about it. Slacker Mom alert!
Well, I was nervous about Sunday, remember? I was freaking out about my wardrobe and eyebrows and Tooth Fairy duty fell right out of my head.
Sunday I was up early and out of the house before Isa woke up. The day was packed with activity. I was exhausted. Finally, at the end of the day, Isa came to me.
Mom, I lost my tooth and the tooth fairy didn’t show up.
Well, are you just going to give me money?
Wait, what?? I giggled at that. Um, you can try to put it under your pillow and see what happens.
Ok, mom. Maybe the “Tooth Fairy” will come. (giving me a smirk)
Can you guess what happened?
I FORGOT AGAIN!
She didn’t say a thing about it in the morning. I was off work today and was able to pick them up from school myself. I took them for an ice cream after school when Isa reminded me.
So, mom is the tooth fairy ever going to come?
Uh, let’s just say the tooth fairy is giving you some ice cream this time.
Well, we can leave if you want and then the tooth fairy will have some cash on her, or we can get ice cream right now. Which will it be?
I’d better stock up on shiny quarters. I think Gabi has a loose tooth and I should probably get the slacker Tooth Fairy in gear.
At least now I can enlist Isa to remind me of the Tooth Fairy duties. Maybe she’ll even help Santa gift wrap this year.