Ouch.

If we've spent any real time together, you likely know that I have had to endure extreme dental work over the years an, ahem, dislike the dentist. I love my dentist, but hate the dentist in the abstract. My teeth are sensitive and a mess, and all the stuff to fix them hurts and is expensive. And it stresses me out.

Recently, I had my first actual toothache. I couldn't shake it. I had to go to the dentist here, not in Vero Beach where I generally see my good lady-dentist who I adore. After Xrays and cleaning and repairs, I still have a toothache and might need a root canal. Awesome. I'm off to see this Gainesville fellow this afternoon, hoping there is some way to make things feel better until I can get myself down south, where I like to open my mouth a tiny bit more. (She gives me Halcion also. This helps.)

Basically, I am complaining because I am stressed out and annoyed at my teeth, and wanting everyone to feel bad for me and bring me treats. Got it? Mwah.

Friday afternoon

Friday afternoon
Originally uploaded by Hamstocks

We were supposed to be running errands. I think Henry had asked me a question about something literally one moment before I took this. There was no rousing him. No grocery store. No Target. Just a drive home.

Henry has pretty well ditched naptime, which is fine. He sleeps at night well, and generally can make it through dinner without a complete meltdown. OK, occasionally he can, but that has more to do with other factors.

I miss the days of coordinated naps. I long for that hour when both boys are sleeping and I get to just be still. Or do the dishes, or something. Now Toby sleeps before Henry gets home from school, and when Henry passes out in the late afternoon, Toby is far from sleep. It keeps us a bit tethered to the house, since you can't run in someplace and leave a kid in the car. Thank goodness for drive through. Mama needs a Diet Coke now and again!

So that's all. Not anything terribly substantial today, just a little blurb about the trials of two who do not coordinate sleep. I'm trying to get my brain back, and find some time to put thoughts down in the computer. Again, with the non-coordinated naps, fining that time is a little bit of a challenge. Keep checking, I promise it will improve.

Mama's got a new bike (in theory)

This is the winner
Originally uploaded by Bret, Virginia, Henry, and Toby

After hemming and hawing and calling around all over the state of Florida to see if anyone, anywhere, had something in stock from the 2010 model year, I had to order a bike. When one orders a bike and knows that the wait will be a few months, that extra $100 for a nicer ride doesn't feel so bad - I mean, if I have to wait, I should get precisely what I want, no?

So here it is, the winner. It's all ordered and should be on it's way to me just as soon as it can be... sometime this winter. I am hoping sooner rather than later as the old Fuji hybrid I pulled out of storage and had fixed up just enough to ride is just awful. Bret notes that this will make the fabulous new bike all the more luxurious when it arrives, but then he is riding a speedy road bike while I am stuck on a clunker puling 100 pounds of kid and trailer. Hmmm.

We will be riding to school tomorrow morning for the first time. The boys and their watermelon helmets are beyond cute. Henry has been wearing his for two days, almost non-stop. I'm hoping the novelty wears off only enough to let him feel like wearing it when we are riding is enough, rather than trying to explain to strangers why your three year old is in a helmet in the grocery store. But I'll take it if it means he'll wear it on the road. I love their brains.