Tuesday, January 8, 2008

The Post I Almost Wrote Entirely In Pig-Latin

I'm pretty sure my kids read this blog, because whenever I write about something, they seem to immediately change their behavior.

And they do have their own computer.

(Because I didn't like sharing my blog-reading time with their noggin.com time.)

(And because my husband own a computer business and can get us some gravy once in awhile.)

Anyway, it is with trepidation that I mention our bedtime routine. Just last week it was lasting for HOURS and driving both David and I to the brink of, I don't know, insanity seems too minor, has now resolved, and things are chugging along smoothly once again.

They even stayed in their own ed-bay all ight-nay last night!

And Marin didn't wake up until 4 am! (Her night-nursing usually starts promptly around midnight and lasts all night).

My fingers are ossed-cray for epeat-ray onight-tay.

+++++++++++

Also?

I had a root canal today.

And I couldn't pick up my prescription for some Xanax because the pharmacy didn't open until after my appointment started. So I called David. Sure! He'd pick it up.

Whew! I could get to my appointment on time, and within 10-15 minutes he'd arrive with my sweet sweet pill.

Except that he didn't realize that I needed to take it before the dental work was performed.

HUH?

(Typical male communication was hard at work.)

So I did it without any anxiety drugs, but WITH some laughing gas. (I felt like a 6 year old.)

Uck-fay e-may.

(And, you know, it really wasn't all that bad. I'm not sore at all. Yet, anyway.)

2 comments:

Shelly Overlook said...

Oh honey, I just hope you didn't jinx yourself by writing that all down.

Erin said...

ROOT CANAL. I am a little frightened by that. I haven't been to the dentist in six years. Last time I went I was dirt poor and got two cavities filled without any number because I was cheap and needed to get back to work STAT. *shudder* I'm still traumatized. I can't go back. I can't. Ever.

Hey, I read at Constance's blog that you use your kids' middle names. I feel like my world shifted slightly. Does everyone but me use psuedonyms? Am I completely stupid for using our actual names?