Friday, November 18, 2011

We're Off To See The Dentist

When my sister asked if I could go with her to the pediatric dentist, to be the designated driver and helper, on the day my nephew was having oral surgery, I said okay. That's what sisters do. I'm a good choice, too, because I'm pretty calm and even keeled for other people. For my own kids, I'm a complete basket case, but that's why I'd ask my sister to go with me to the ER in the middle of the night. She'll keep me sane, and for this trip to the dentist, I'll do the same for her.

I'm up at 5:45 AM, as always, trying to get two teenagers and a husband to wake up and get up (which is actually the harder part) and I have to leave the house at 6:30. I have time to take three sips of coffee, flat iron my bangs (but just throw the rest of my long hair up into a messy bun) find clean socks and leave the house, with three dogs standing at the back door questioning whether I'd forgotten something like their morning walk.

Sorry, girls, but I don't have time to walk today.

My sister, nephew, and I get to the pediatric dentist at 7, right on time. It's a really great place, full of toys and kid friendly people and right away they put on Cars 2 for us, which I have never seen and now have not seen entirely (leaving several unanswered questions about how Mater resolved his mistaken spy identity) but it is a dentist office and we are all there nervous and hungry (since it was fasting for my nephew, and how could my sister eat when her baby was hungry and I, well, I don't usually eat until 8 so I was okay) and it was not quite what I would classify as good times.

But we did it. My sister did great, I did my helper duties (which included a mocha run) and my nephew came out of it fighting mad (which, frankly, I would be too) and we all survived.

Home now, with my Mom taking over helper duties and I thinking if ever I needed french fries, it is today. That was an experience I hope we never do again. Poor little guy. He can't even have french fries to cheer him up. I'll have to eat some for both of us then.

And maybe when he's better, in a week or so, there can be a french fry run just for him, with much love from his Oh-Cho.


  1. I envy you that you have your sister nearby (and your mom). My sister, who is my best friend, lives in California and I would give anything to have her close.

  2. I am so sorry, it sounded like a terrible experience! Glad you were able to be there for L & R! I would totally do french fries, especially a place that gives you free refills. wink-wink

  3. Thank you Michelle. I'm not sure I could have calmly sat through the 4 hours in the dentist office. Lisa and Rory were lucky to have your help.