September 7th, 2007


Please, some zzzz's

My husband must have taken an Ambien to 'go to sleep early' at 11. I stayed up about 30 minutes longer to finish up some laundry, but did NOT take an Ambien. Scott is now snoring loud enough you can hear him all over the downstairs. I'm used to his snoring, but if he is already snoring before I've gone to sleep, it keeps me from falling asleep.

It's already midnight and I have to get up at 6:30 to get the boys ready for school. If I take an Ambien, I'll be TIRED tomorrow, and I have my first one-on-one with my new boss at 10 am. If I don't take it, I'll be up half the night and be exhausted tomorrow night when Lethe and the Fam get here. Guess I'll be taking that little pill.

On a completely unrelated note, when I was cleaning out the garage so I could paint the floors, I took anything that needed to go to the dump and just piled it up in the backyard. I meant to take it to the dump within a day or so. We just now got around to making the dump run and you would be amazed what we found. An old grill, which I replaced with a brand-spanking new gas grill for Father's Day, had become the home to a cute little mouse. I felt so bad kicking him out of his home, but we certainly don't need mice living in our backyard. Thankfully, having house guests, namely children who would probably love to play on the swingset in the backyard, gave us the energy to make two trips to the dump with the car just LOADED. I also pulled out all of the sunflowers that are now an annual part of my garden. Whether I want them or not. What was I thinking? :)

I went to put new sheets on the guest bed and found that the nice fitted sheet now had absolutely no elastic. How do you lose the ENTIRE elastic from a queen fitted sheet? I'll have to get some thin elastic and spend goodness only knows how long threading it through there.

Ok, I'm actually going to take an Ambien and try to get some sleep before it really DOES get to be too late.

How bizarre

I just noticed when commenting somewhere else that I have recently covered my nest recliner to match the one in my userpic. :) Of course, my laptop take is black instead of white, but is the next step to leapord print the wall behind me? It's all I need to make it complete!
Oh shit

Drill, drill, drill

I hate the damn dentist. Not MY dentist in particular, but just dentists in general.

Since I used all of my dental insurance on a root canal at the beginning of the year, I have been trying to wait until January to get the rest of my dental work completed.

Then about 2-3 days ago, one of my teeth started hurting to the point where I couldn't chew on that side and my gum was hurting. I was so scared it was a cavity requiring another root canal.

Two Xanax later, they got me into the dentists chair. Turns out it was NOT a cavity, but just a hole in my tooth. I have another one like it. There are two causes - one, I brush way too hard (even with a soft brush) and have removed the enamel from many of my back teeth, and two, when I clench my teeth, it is putting force on the tooth where there is no protective enamel and it starts to chip away. That hole was irritating my gum and cheek, and allowing sensitivity straight to the nerve.

Why do dentists think that the best way to find out exactly where you are hurting is to take a sharp metal hook and jab it into you? I had a book and pencil in my lap when he jabbed that thing directly into the hole and I swear I must have come about a foot off the table. The pencil went flying across the room. Then, he numbed me, which involves me in an almost fetal position and trying to hold still through muted screams. Yes, I'm that much of a baby at the dentist. Thus, the Xanex, which isn't NEAR enough.

He smoothed out the area on the problem tooth and filled it in. Also gave me a prescription strength flouride toothpaste to try to build back up my enamel and prevent further cavities.

Now, we're back to seeing if I can make it until January.