Dad! I CANNOT DRIVE IN THE SNOW!

Last week, I went to the dentist. I have had a few concerns over this dental office in the past, but I continue to go there because they offer the appointment times I need.

I have been concerned that my wisdom teeth are coming in.  I feel them.  I did not used to feel them.  So, they X-ray me and the dentist examines me and says there is nothing to be concerned about and we will just keep watching them.

Fine.  Excellent.

Then I made an appointment for Sweet Pea.  And I am done with calling her Sweet Pea.  I do not know why, but it stops today.  Her name is Kate.

Kate went to this dentist YEARS ago, but then I switched all the kids to a pediatric dentist.  Now for scheduling conveniences, I am putting the girls back at my dentist.

Me:  I need to schedule an appointment for my daughter, Kate.

Receptionist:  Oh!  Are you referring to Katelyn?

Me:  No.  Her name is Kate.

Receptionist:  Are you sure?

Yes.   This is what I named her.  She is not Katelyn or Katherine or Katie.  She is Kate.

Me:  Positive.

Receptionist:  Well, unfortunately we are going to have to continue to call her Katelyn.  I will make a note in her chart that she prefers to be called, ¨Kate.¨

Excellent.

So, I tell Kate when her appointment is and that she is probably going to need to check in as Katelyn.

Kate, later that night:  Oh, Hi, Mom, I am home.  I did not have any cavities but I need my wisdom teeth out ASAP and you need to call the dentist.  Goodnight!

*Sigh*

Kids are costly.

On Monday morning, I get a call from an Oral Surgeon calling to schedule an appointment for a consultation.

Me:  Oh!  Is this for Kate?

Receptionist:  No.

Me:  Oh!  Shoot!  I mean, ¨Katelyn?¨

Receptionist:  No.  This is for Taylor.

Well, I am all sorts of perplexed because last I heard Kate needed her wisdom teeth out and not me.  So, I call the dentist office and apparently the dentist had second thoughts after I left, consulted with another dentist, and both agreed I needed to see an oral surgeon immediately.  But no one told me.  So both Kate and I need to get our wisdom teeth out.

And while we are on the subject of naming daughters, let us cease calling the second child, Daisy Mae.

Look at me throwing caution to the wind!

Daisy Mae is Hadley.

And I totally forgot to tell you that Hadley bought her own car!  She got a smoking deal on it and life has gotten so much easier.

That is.  Until it snowed.

Luckily, the girls had stayed the night at my parent´s house on Tuesday night because we got some snow overnight and had slick roads.  We are quite lucky that my parents are willing to have the girls stay over whenever needed.  And I feel quite lucky that the girls only had to drive about 4 miles for their first snowy road adventure compared to 40.

Apparently Hadley called David in a panic on Wednesday morning on her drive to school.

Hadley:  Dad!  I CANNOT DRIVE IN THE SNOW!!!!

David:  Where are you?

She tells him her location.

David:  Had!  You are like 90% of the way there!  You ARE driving in the snow!  You are doing it!

Hadley:  I keep sliding!

He tells her to just take it slow and call when she is at school.  Thirty minutes go by, so he calls to check on her.  She is all giggles and chuckles with friends at school and everything is totally fine and she just forgot to call.

These teens are exhausting.

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Speaking of exhausting, let us talk about the boys.  Little Dude is not responsible.  But we already knew this.  He has known about a project for awhile now and I am ¨trusting¨ that he will get it done in time.

On Tuesday night, he claimed he was finished with his homework.  He went in the hot tub and watched TV.  And what a relaxing, fun night for him!

Here he is on Wednesday at 5:55am.

Me:  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

LD:  My project that is due today.

Me:  WELL WHY DID YOU GO IN THE HOT TUB AND NOW THERE WILL BE NO TIME FOR A SHOWER.

Boy, that will show him.

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We are reading Farmer Boy in class.  For kicks and grins, we decided to try and insulate ice with saw dust like Almanzo’s family did.

Several hours later

It totally worked!  So, there you go!

Sawdust.

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Our water is now back to normal.  And now I must deal with the clay aftermath.  All toilets and tub have an orange-y sand layer.

I shall not be discouraged.  I will just sigh and hope for better days.

My kids will probably shocked when they move out and live in a place with normal water situations.

“Mom!  Did you know that all toilets are not always an orange-y color?!”

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We have toenail clipper issues in this house.  I am certain I have bought 13 pairs and there is never one pair available.

David used to hide a pair under his pile of Carhartt pants out of the kids’ reach.  He finally let me in on the secret so we could both clip our toenails like accomplished adults.

But then the kids found them.  And we have not seen them since.

So, I splurged this summer and bought myself a little set off of Amazon.  It came in a lovely black pouch and I hid it on my nightstand.

I told no one.

One day, David was desperate.

Me:  I will show you my secret pair.  But you cannot tell the children!  The children must not know.  Ever.

David:  I understand.

And we had a glorious couple of weeks of being able to clip our toesies when needed.

And then.

I went to clip my nails and I found the pouch opened and all evidence of clippers gone.

The kids have found them.  And they will never be seen again.

Happy Thursday!