this one imperfect awesome life: nothing exciting

Spring feels like it is finally coming this week. I want to open this house and air it out so badly but I think it is still a little too cold for that. So I am just trying to clean today and I think we are going to go outside for our fresh air. The sun is shining and that makes all the difference on a 50 degree kind of day.

I got the first part of a dental crown put in on Monday night and had a lot of pain so I went in yesterday and they took it off and smoothed some of the edges. So much better today and I am happy that the solution was pretty easy and I don't need a root canal. The funny part was Mackenzie happened to have her scheduled cleaning yesterday so I had both boys in the room with me. You have never felt so helpless as having a nitro mask on your face and someone's hand drilling in your mouth with 2 little active boys in the room. Luckily they had a couch in the room with a large tv and we found an episode of bubble guppies. Thank goodness the boys were pretty good. I couldn't really yell with my tongue and mouth all numb.

I was going to go out with friends for St. Patrick's day but that didn't happen. Charley woke up Wednesday night at 3am with a really bad barky cough. He basically didn't stop coughing until 6 and then him and I went back to sleep until almost 10am. Thankfully, John was able to go in to work a little late and put Jack on the bus. He didn't even dress him too weird :) I think the weather change was making Charley have a little bit of irritated airway. (he doesn't officially have asthma) and he barked on and off all day. I called his office to get a prescription for a spacer for his inhaler and they told me they thought he might need a dose of oral steroids. Of course there were no appointments left in the office so we had to go to our office's after hour appointment clinic at 7. They open at 7 so I got there at 7:02 and there were already 5 people ahead of us. When we finally got called back the nurse (nurse Hatchett) was so rude to Charley. She kept telling him to stop whining and use his big boy voice. I wish I would have said something to her. The poor kid was whiney(sp?) But A) he didn't feel good B) he was tired.........it was already 8:30 an hour after his bedtime and C) he was probably a little scared? Anyway the Dr. was great and agreed he should have the oral steroid and within 10 minutes we were out of there and Charley was enjoying a milkshake from McDonald's. Oh yeah, and I might have been too. But no out celebrating for me on St.Patrick's day. Wah, oh well.

Now for listening to me drone on, here are some pictures.