Today is one of those days, the kind of day where nothing is a crisis on its own, but added together it becomes one great big mess.
I live in Hurricane Country, seven or eight months of the year I ensure I have clean enough clean bottled water to last my family for several days. During the off months we use the water and replenish the supply just before the start of the new season.
The big lesson for today is: always have some clean bottled water on hand. Sometimes water mains break for no known reason and it is certainly more convenient to have it on hand than to boil water for teeth brushing and other basic necessities.
Alone, that would have been a tolerable nuisance. However, my younger son is sick, I completely forgot it was my turn to bring food to group this morning, a realtor called wanting to look at our home which has been on the market for quite a while, and I have my usual deadlines to meet. Have I mentioned I’m four months pregnant?
Today, the pantry came to my rescue I had everything on hand to make blueberry crisp and potatoes o’brien, enough to feed a dozen hungry ladies.
As far as the realtor and our house? Today is the day to follow our manifesto and be imperfect. The house can wait, my child needs to be held. Even if things are out of place and a nosey neighbor might see, I’ll still open the windows and let in the sunshine, fresh air, and birdsong. It’ll make us all feel a little bit better.
Part of the reason Heather and I are best pals is because we tend to lead parallel lives. Her husband comes home late from work, my husband comes home late from work on the same day. We can totally commiserate together.
So, of course, today Heather is having a crappy day, and I am having a crappy day as well. My crappy day started last night with jaw pain. That’s nothing unusual- I have jaw pain all the time, since I have TMJ. But this was unusually bad jaw pain, so bad I couldn’t sleep last night. I started believing this was not my normal TMJ pain and I might have an abcessed tooth.
I went to the dentist and found I had four abcessed teeth. No wonder it hurt so badly. So, while Heather was having her craptastic day, so was I. Funny how that works.
My lesson learned here: Go to the dentist more often. I inherited bad teeth, but I could have gotten this taken care of a lot earlier and I wouldn’t be needing all these root canals. Fix problems while they’re small, or they’ll become really big problems.