As Angie and Ciera spent 5 hours at the UNC School of Dentistry today (fun Mothers Day, right?), I was home alone with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
While the dentist on call was giving Ang some song and dance about how it would be 30 to 60 days before Ciera's tooth could be filled, I was doing laundry and emptying the dish washer.
After Angie called me to tell me what was happening, and I railed about how they just wanted to use Ciera as a teaching tool for the students, Trot was emptying the contents of the Tupperware container with the green beans in it on our kitchen floor. ALL OVER the kitchen floor, while Rakes ran around in the background yelling "I'm Davy Jones! See my bullwhip, Dad?" (He watched the Indiana Jones movies all weekend, and is now obsessed with him; all I can say is at least it's not Star Wars).
I'm glad to say we found a dentist who will actually fill her tooth in so she won't be embarrassed to go to school, and they'll do it tomorrow. Also, I cleaned the green beans up and installed a zip lock on the fridge. Yes, I locked the refridgerator; what would you do?
Oh, and Trot looks EXACTLY like a deer in the headlights when I'm blowing my top; it's really uncanny.
3 more days.
3 more days.
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