This morning, my granddaughter went to her appointment with the orthodondist to have her braces adjusted. Grandpère took her this morning and brought her to school after the visit. Later in the morning, she called me saying that a wire in her braces was hurting her, and could I pick her up at school to return to the orthodontist's office to have it fixed. I said yes, but that I would have to get ready. Trust me when I say that I could not meet the world outside my house without first having a shower and washing my hair. I just could not.
I didn't pay attention to the time, and, by the time I picked her up at school and we arrived at the office, it was closed for lunch. When I picked her up at school, she said to me with a withering look, "It took you a long enough time to get here." I nodded in agreement. When we found the office locked, she was, shall we say, pissed. She knocked and rang the bell until finally a woman came to the door and said that no one who was there could help her.
Off we headed back to school, and we decided to wait until after school to have the wire fixed, which we did.
This mothering. It's not easy.
And now, I'm soooo looking forward to the debate tonight. You can visit
Jane R. to find out what the gang will be drinking during the fun time.