Oh Little Red...

Really just settling on a title for this masterpiece was difficult. I could have titled it so many things. "The Never Ending Day" crossed my mind. As did, "Soak in Wine." Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

There I was in the kitchen like a good Susie Homemaker making breakfast burritos (don't worry I will address my simple recipe for that later) to freeze for my loving Side o Beef so that he would have breakfast for next week, when the following occurred. CRASH! BOOM! WAHHHHHH!!! Tears and blood mixed as this pathetic little child came looking for her mommy.

Yup, that would be the Red Head. She was in the living room looking for her cup of milk, allegedly. Little did I know that the mischievous little girl was actually swinging between the two mini recliners that reside in the children's viewing area. You know, like the one thing that mommy constantly tells you not to do. "Hey girls! Don't do that! It's not safe. Someone will get hurt!" Does that sound familiar to anyone at this point? I yell it just about all day at that Red Head!

Anyhow, She had a lovely bloody nose and mouth. Now, anyone who's anyone, knows that I am an awful, horrible, terrible person when it comes to handling trauma. And by trauma I mean just about any amount of blood, the possibility of anything broken, and in general pain that I cannot fix. Scratches may be my limit.

But I handled this really well, if I may so say myself. I plopped her on the chair and told her not to move while I ran and got a wet rag. I wiped her mouth, I tilted her head back, got all the bleeding to stop. But she still wanted the rag and to sit in my chair. No harm. I set back about my business in the Kitchen (now I know you are on the edge of your seat, and the answer is no, I didn't burn a thing!). A few moments later I heard the lovely words that every mommy wants to hear from her 3 1/2 year old...

"MOMMY!! I have NEVER had a loose tooth before!!" as she breaks into hysterical tears. I calmly (yeah right) stop what I am doing. I go check and sure enough, a loose tooth!

Enter, The Big Kid (yeah she is turning 6, that is huge!). "What!?! That's no fair!! I don't even have a loose tooth yet!"

The Big Kid has been in a funk for weeks over this not loosing a tooth thing. "EVERYone in all of Kindergarten has lost one but ME!" She sulks on an almost daily basis. I assure her that her sister's loose tooth is not a good thing.

Instantly mommy is on the phone calling the dentist. I am told that this is a "Dental Emergency" and to bring her in right away! Holy crap! I was still making breakfast burritos! I hadn't even showered yet for Pete's sake! But Dental Emergency sounded serious!!

I threw everything in the fridge to be finished up later. Threw clothes at the big kid and demanded that she quickly (she isn't known for her speed) get dressed. I run to throw some clothes on myself. Oh crap! Is that really what I look like in the morning? UGH! Leave the Red Head in her PJ's. Put clean PJ's on The Tank (aka the baby). And we rush out the door, leaving my breakfast behind.

When we arrive the Red Head is pointing to a different tooth. I go take a look and wouldn't you know it, she did work!! Not just one, or two, but FOUR! Her bottom front four teeth are loose!! UGH!

So the diagnosis is this for our Little Red Head. Her teeth have "mobility". What an awful thing! Basically we are to watch for signs of swelling, irritation, infection. In the mean time, (now this is the fun part) we get to wait for the dang things to start to discolor (yeah to basically black, YUCK!) and fall out on their own. Now don't get my wrong. I don't want those teeth to go anywhere. But if they are going to get all fugly and nasty, I don't want to be looking at them either. So basically we wait. And wait.

Oh and the nose! The Dentist advised that we get her nose and chin looked at by a Doctor because of the bloody nose and the fact that they were visibly swollen. So, there is a chance that her nose is fractured but we have to wait five whole days for the swelling to be gone to assess the damage. And there you have it. My fantastic, wonderful, awful, no good, very bad day!

But don't feel too badly for me. As, I may or may not have bought an economy sized bottle of wine. And I may or may not have put the kids to bed at 7:30. And I may or may not be drinking all of said bottle of wine.

Peace out Homie!