Poor Little J. We had
a rough morning to begin with. That girl CANNOT get to sleep at night. I don’t know why but she just can’t. According to her she “closes her eyes tight
but she just can’t fall asleep.” Then last night “there is a ruckus going on
outside.” I don’t even know where she
gets these things.
Sugar Bear and I were having a late morning as well. He was in a rush, I was in a rush, and all
Little J wanted to do was go back to bed.
I had to pry her little body out of bed a second time and force her into
her clothes. I hate working. She hates
going to school. We both know this. I whine about it. She whines about it. We plot our runaway. But inevitably every day
we end up in the drop off line at school and part ways.
This morning was particularly sucky so when I received this
picture from Sugar Bear a few short hours ago I felt even worse.
Poor kid had a dentist appointment that Sugar Bear had
forgotten about. She has lost 1 tooth and had another one that was ready to go
any day. Apparently that dentist thought
today was the day for not only that tooth but another one as well.
The screams I know escaped her little mouth will haunt me
for the rest of the day.
We should have stuck to the escape plan and hid in the
closest for the day. No one would have
found us, no one could have taken her to the dentist, she would have all her
teeth, and I wouldn’t be at work.
-G
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