There are three main things I have nightmares about: alligators, dirty bathrooms, and breaking my teeth. The past week I think I had a couple dreams where I've really badly chipped or broken a tooth. I hate it! Today, for the first time, that nightmare came true.
There comes a time in every mom's week when she tries really hard to not kill a kid.
Today I've been working at it all day. Apparently the stress was getting to me because when we were at Costco I made the mistake of allowing Lucas to get out of the cart to push it, and he started running around driving me insane. The insanity lead to teeth grinding (and I know I grind my teeth every time he makes me mad), which in turn lead to a chipped tooth. All the sudden I felt little pieces in my mouth and I hoped it wasn't my tooth, but when I got the cell phone out to view my mouth, there it was - front and center.
Tomorrow I'll email my dentist all the way in Arizona and see if he thinks its a big problem.
Anyhow, I made it home from Costco without beating the kid. When we got home I left Lucas with a bowl of blueberries in the kitchen and came upstairs for a few minutes. When I returned to the kitchen I discovered the boy with two pounds of blueberries on the kitchen table and lots of berries on the floor. He's very self-sufficient, this kid of mine, and he climbed up in the fridge to get the blueberries back out, then he opened the container up-side-down and proceeded to enjoy the antioxidant-rich berries.
You'll be happy to know the kid is alive and well. As a matter of fact we just had hug time. Then he went in the closet to go see Grandma.