Last night was NOT a breakthrough with Dustin. As soon as I walked in the door with the other kids he was back to the ugliness we have seen lately. Sigh. I was so ready for a peaceful evening. . . enough bitching about that . . .
McCartney has an appointment at the dentist today for a filling. We had one filled last week and it did not go well. Last Wednesday night McCartney started complaining about a toothache. By 9:00 that night she was sobbing. I called the dentist in the morning and he got her in by 1:30. (I love that man) She had a cavity between two molars. Uh-oh. My mom and I have awful teeth. No matter how we care for them, they rot. I am a crazy brush-er and a mad floss-er. I still get cavities all the time. So does my mother. I have a feeling that McCartney inherited our teeth, fortunately she loves the brush her teeth. As he was filling that tooth, he noticed that she needed an identical filling on the others side. Thus the appointment today.
The last appointment did not go swimmingly. She was good about putting the nitrous mask on (which reminded me of a few reckless moments during my college-age years TeeHee) But, it made her a little irritable. She was actually a little belligerent. Not that belligerence isn't common for her, but it was different, a drug induced belligerence. He was all stealthy-like in trying to give her the shot, but as soon as he pulled her cheek back she freaked out and almost bit him. It took 4 or 5 attempts and me and the nurse holding her down to get her numb. Oh, and bribery that I would get her this stupid singing pen that she really wanted from Wal-greens a few days prior. After the shot, it only took about 3 minutes to complete the filling. And, woohoo, the pen was on clearance which made me terribly happy because it was killing me to spend $6.00 on a singing pen! *eyeroll* So, I dread the dentist today, but I will be positive and try not to think about last week when I deal with the darling little Miss McCartney. And . . . I get off work early so BONUS.
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