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Who Needs Them?

It’s been a while since I have written anything, first it started out my laptop was in the shop cause it was doing something weird. Didn’t have it for about a week, so that kind of screwed me, my phone doesn’t have very good spell check.

 

So I got my laptop back and decided I would try to put something together, I didn’t have any ideas or motivation. I pondered for a few days, and then I got this excruciating pain in my mouth, that affected every aspect of my life. It was crippling I couldn’t think straight, nothing helped, I ended up at the dentist, which I hate for the fact that I keep giving them money and things just keep getting worse. Anyways off to the dentist I went, and after twenty minutes of torture, he finally decided to tell me that I would need a…. double root canal and two crowns, so I asked the only question I could, what’s this going to cost me?

 

He assured me he had no idea; I went home to ponder my options, double root canal or double extractions. This was all while I waited for them to phone me to let me know what it would cost. I waited and I waited, finally I phoned and asked why they hadn’t called, I was pretty sure it was a time sensitive issue. When they finally gave me the estimate for the root canal I almost had a heart attack, she said to me on the phone “option 1 will cost you about 5000”, her tone of voice was like it was the most normal thing in the world. Well my second option will cost me about 85 dollars mind you I will be down two more teeth on one side, where I already had two pulled, but being a mom and paying bills, I don’t have an extra 5000 to dish out for two teeth. I’m not sure who would, that’s crazy in my mind, and the tooth they wanted it for I have had filled five times over and the fillings just fall out anyways.

 

I go to the dentist in the morning so that he can remove them and maybe I can get back to some semblance of life. People wonder why I despise the dentist, well this is why, you pay them a bunch of money over and over and then there is always more money they ask you for. It will never end I could have no teeth and I still need to pay them to allow me to have teeth, it’s a cruel world.

Who needs teeth anyways, I may be down four all on one side but I still have a bunch more in there.

 

 


The Invader Is Landing

So hubby let me know he is on his way home today.

YAY! So now that means it is time to get down to the grind, before the invader lands in my home.

This means I have dishes to be done, laundry to be thrown in the wash to make it look like I actually did something, and the rest of the general house chores I neglect while he is gone.

Why does he have to come home today, why can’t I have at least another day, he’s only been gone a week. Now don’t get me wrong I love my hubby very much, but when he comes home, I need to have the house in perfect order and pretend it was that way all along, sometimes I just dread the homecoming, I feel like he is taking over my space. You see when he’s gone I am solely responsible for everything, and I don’t need to share my bed or not watch TV in the evening in the fear of waking him up, and I can sleep in the middle of the bed. He comes home and I’m forced into the corner because he takes over, hence why I call him the invader.

Here is usually how the homecoming goes, he blows in at 9 at night and he drops all his dirty clothes in the entry way along with a rig bag and some really dirty boots, he usually reeks like expired gas (if only there was such thing). He usually never has the decency to shower before he heads home from work. Then he usually says hello to me sheds the rest of his clothes and goes to bed and that is that.

So is it so wrong for me to want him to stay at work just a little longer?