I took the kids to the dentist today. Now that they are both so mature and grown-up, I have to wait, (yes, in the waiting room), while they are attended to alone in the treatment zone. And then I am escorted back for several entire seconds of consultation with the dentist and to pay the bill.
I am not sure that my appreciation for the time to read gossip magazines in peace, and my recognition of the fact that this is an important step in independence for the kids, outweigh my sense of being sort of left out and underinformed.
But anyway. Carl's mouth is still a picture of health and evenly spaced teeth and nothing is loose yet. Ruby has no cavities but continues to have a sensitivity problem with a couple of her permanent molars that have improperly formed enamel. If the pain gets to be too much for her, fillings would be the next step, but we've agreed to keep muddling on through. The dentist was winking meaningfully at me when she said Ruby's bite was "okay for NOW" and when I asked about an apparently missing permanent tooth with nowhere it would fit anyway (answer: it'll come in eventually, but no, there's really not space for it). So I guess we better get with it on the orthodontia savings account. Finally, no one gave me a gold medal for all the time Rod and I spend brushing kids' teeth and supervising the brushing of kids' teeth, and for doing the flossing that so many of my fellow parents blow off, and I am just a little disappointed at that.
Rod is super busy at work. I am super busy with a couple of volunteer committees and trying to get someone elected this fall. We are also trying to get a new tenant for our rental property, and I am stuck again, trying to decide just how bad a credit score has to be before you are an unacceptable risk, and how secure Job X might be, and should we say yes, or no, and risk the only future applicant having a whole den of pitbulls, a part-time roomate on the sex offender list, and an autobody repair side business in his garage.
More later.
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