It's been a while since I have written anything. To be honest, I lost my "find the humor in sucky situations" to not let life get too serious for a little bit. My hubs was working in NYC and only home for the weekends, I was at home with 3 little boys flying solo... totally winging it. Things were a little intense for a while, but then something happened that I really laughed till I had tears running down my face. Ok, so I was choking a bit so that is probably where the tears came from, but I laughed- and that was the point. It was a quick episode and then the day continued on and I forgot about it. The Hubs is home for good now and my sense of humor is coming back (slowly) thank goodness. Then yesterday I was reminded I have a teeth cleaning on tuesday and that funny situation came back up so I thought I'd share.
So, like I said, the hubs was in NY and for whatever reason I couldn't find a babysitter so I decided just to take Dylan with me. I was hoping he would be scared of the noise and equipment and new faces and would sit like a statue. I was right... for about 5 minutes. The hygienist was worried about him grabbing out at a sharp tool and get hurt but I assured her I would hold him away from the tools. She tried to chat him up but I told her to not waste the "scared still" time and get to work. Parenting at it's finest. He sat still and chilled out then I could feel him start to warm up and look around. My girl was moving pretty quick and was about half way done by then. Big surprise, Dylan tried to grab at the tools but I had a firm grip on him so he held out a few more minutes. This is where it gets good (or bad if you are me). Picture this- I am laying back in the chair, the hygienist is doing her thing and there is that inevitable bit of spit that settles in the back of your throat that you can't swallow or do anything about because someone has their hands in your mouth and you are trying to to move or bite her. Then all of the sudden Dylan displays his lightning quick octopus arms and grabs the full cup of water from the rinse station and dumps the whole thing in my lap. That water is cold when you aren't expecting it in your lap!! I jumped and did a sharp inhale in reaction, and tried to sit up and not dump Dylan on the floor. What I really did was inhale that little bit of spit straight into my lungs and started choking. I also was choking because a tool had also just jabbed me in the throat when I tried to sit up and cough and gag. It was not pretty! The hygienist didn't realize what happened and thought she really hurt me- the look on her face was priceless! I soon caught my breath and explained what happened and we (I) had a good laugh about how things like this just happen to me on a regular basis for some reason. I should have been happy that it was just water and not that little mirror on a stick up my nose or in my eye- that would have been less than awesome. Now for the not so funny part. I forgot about my cleaning appointment for next week and have yet to set up a babysitter. So as of right now, Dylan is going with me... and who knows what kind of trouble he will cause this time! What I do know, however, is that the little cup will only be filled when I need it, not sitting there filled up to the tippy top and taunting Dylan... "dump it on your mom"... "dump it on your mom"... On second thought, I think I might just reschedule... but that would just be too easy and less eventful. Then what would I have to write about!!
~Until Next Time... S.
