And no, I do not refer to my daughter. No, my oldest child, the boy, has the honor of that title. Â This morning I had to take him to the dentist. Now mind you, I wondered WHY I was taking him in at 8pm on a school morning. You see, his father took him to the dentist last, and so it was his father who was conned by oldest child when asked if they wanted “morning or afternoon” Â because in the oldest child’s mind, if he had to miss an hour of school, well surely mom would let him stay home for the rest of the day.
He comes out of the dentist office with half his mouth numb and he gestures dramatically at his lip and says, “I can’t BELIEVE you’re making me go to school like this.” Â GASP oh the horrors…
Then he says, in a very hopeful voice, “Can’t this be one of my mental health days?”
See? Â Total drama queen. Â I didn’t tell him that, Â no, this is MY Â mental health day which means he can’t Â be at home. You know, disturbing my mental health. Because I have work to do and dealing with the Drama Queen is quite exhausting!
So DQ is unhappily at school and I put in a call to his gullible father about scheduling “morning” dental appointments in the future.