Four Less Than Before

Teeth, that is...


Yesterday morning my lovely sister came over to watch my lovely child while my lovely husband drove me to my lovely oral surgeon to get ALL FOUR of my wisdom teeth pulled. 


General anesthesia is AWESOME. I felt like the surgery literally took five minutes. And I did open my eyes during. My thought was...'Man, everything is bloody. I wonder why they aren't worried about it. I hope they clean that up.'


They weren't worried because they weren't FINISHED. Durrr. 


I woke up a little loopy. I kept trying to walk alone, and the nurse and my husband were all like, 'Um, yeah you better slow down.'


When I arrived home, my sister began to giggle at my swollen, gauze-stuffed face. Which made me giggle. Which caused my mouth to fill with blood. Which made my sister laugh harder. 
Don't get me wrong, she's not a cruel person. In the least. She just giggles infectiously. 
SO here I am, one day post-op. Stitches and swollen face. And eyebrows that need waxing, but oh well. 

And random cat on bed behind. 
Soup for the next few days. I have decided that Red Pepper is a perfectly acceptable breakfast dish made better with goat cheese. And that instant mashed potatoes mixed into boxed french onion soup is pretty damn good. 
Now I am going to wear leggings as pants and lounge around while I wait for my bestie and her daughter to arrive. I'm watching (and letting Milo watch) entirely too much TV.
And you know what?!?! THAT IS OKAY!!!

Some Days I Have The Best Job Ever

Half-hour-long pillow fights with a toddler that refuses clothes. 
Staying in my jammies all day.
Watching the kiddo march along with me to my old-lady workout. 
Fun with photo-booth:

Pandora as loud as it gets.


Beats wearing a suit and commuting.


SOME days.sx

Lyte-Headed

Yesterday we celebrated Easter with my husband's parents and grandparents.
My back was sore and stiff from helping my mother on an adventure the day before. Thank you, husband for watching the child that day-I love you more.  
My left eye kept watering and I was very sneezy. Thankfully, though, not entirely wheezy. 
Last night I went to bed early because the Blackhawks were on and I was bored. They won. Yay. 
Today I am less stiff and hopefully not sick. Today I will try and convince my PCP to give me a four-day dose of antibiotics. Because this is the worst week EVER to get sick. 
Friday I go to get all four of my wisdom teeth pulled from my head. And I'm pretty sure the oral surgeon won't do it if I am sick.
SEE? Worst. Week. Ever. 

Blues Brothers Charms in the Swarvoski Store Window

To be sick, that is. 
For now it is business as usual. Take the kid to class. Eat a million clementines and pray that whatever this is infecting my head will go AWAY BY FRIDAY.