Thank you for the well-wishes in regards to my not-so-wet-sockets: they’re healing. What: Dren have more mouth problems?!! That is *shocking*.

Word to the wise: if you are still covered by your parents’ insurance (i.e. in high school or college), get your wisdom teeth taken out. Otherwise, it comes back to bite you in the, well, mouth.

I’m doing better: yay for pain meds. But Dren, you say, why did you decide to have your wisdom teeth taken out now? When your son is turning three? And MOPS is starting? And Bible Study is starting? And preschool is starting? And dinner coop time is here?

Because I’m me. You should know better by now. And because my dentist told me, “it’d be a piece of cake.” I went in for a cleaning one Monday; the next Wednesday I have my remaining three teeth pulled (in like two minutes – really: the numbing part took twenty five: it was kinda weird).

Icing our faces.

I felt crappy, but not too crappy. Then I felt better – you know, the days that my sainted mother came down to take care of me. Then I hurt – you know, the days that my sainted mother had to go back to her normal life that for some reason doesn’t revolve around me and my woes. Then I hurt more. Then I was on the floor crying because my pain meds were running out, and it was Labor Day weekend, and there was no way I could make it to Tuesday without hitting the streets to look for the illegal stuff, and somehow I don’t think the ‘dee has a plethora of backdoor “pharmacists” – although you never know what may be going down at Calamity Jane’s after hours (that place is always hoppin!). After Hubby paged my dentist on a Saturday at 8pm, I got more pain meds and was told that “you have dry socket. It hurts. I’m sorry.” Wow – thanks. I went back to the dentist on Tuesday to which I was told, “we could put stuff in there, but it will impede healing, and you’re healing nicely. Here’s more meds and a sample of Crest Pro-Care” (not bad tasting stuff).

I feel like a weeny. I mean, I didn’t go into the hospital until I was dilated to 8+ with both of my kids. But good Lord: now I know why a) they tortured Sydney Bristow with extractions in the pilot episode of Alias and 2) why people DRANK through tooth problems in previous centuries. Not so much an option for me, seeing as how I’m someone’s refrigerator right now (or maybe more of a crockpot – I dunno – see, pain meds make me FUN!).

So, I’ve had a lot of other things to distract me from the aches, such as being on too many committees and making too much chicken (64 chicken thighs is a LOT of chicken thighs) and signing my eldest up for too many activities. Why? Just because. Really: why do you keep asking.

But we’ve had some down time. And some time to take picture. Because that’s what good moms do. And really good moms actually print those pictures off and do things with them like put them in frames or scrapbook them. But I’m not a really good mom; I’m a mediocre mom who prefers to share stories about her children online without their permission so that they can have lots of “my mom exploited me for laughs and comments” fodder for all the Journey to Wholenesses that they’ll need.

JJ was excited to share a bed with his BRUDDER; we’ll see how he feels about that a few years down the road.

Little A is prepared: he knows it’d dangerous to turn your back on the sea or your brother if he’s named JJ.

JJ (and I) got a box of goodies from Hubby’s folks. JJ got a sticker/coloring book of JAKERS! (which is one of the kid shows that ROCKS on OBP) to which he took all of the stickers, and the sticky part surrounding the stickers, and put them on the kitchen floor while I was front-packing a yowling Little A and dredging 64 chicken thighs in flour, then eggs, then parm/oatmeal/garlic and herb seasoning mixture: it took a while to clean all that up – counter and floor (and my socks . . . and his pants).

Because the boy loves stickers.

And I love Goo Gone.

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