You Can't Handle The Truth

I had a son of a bitch tooth that I never finished root canaling and it decided to eat me. All week long it ate my gum and I chewed on the right side of my mouth, until today when a kind dentist with quite impressive polar ice caps on his front rack dug, hacked, hammered and drilled that tooth into small hunks that he yanked out over the period of one long hour. My mouth feels like someone just dug, hacked, hammered and drilled into it, finally pulling out a large chunk of what first formed in my mouth in utero. Jesus God.

Mr. Curry worked 7 days this week. He moves furniture, which I think is hot. There is nothing as sexy to me as Mr. Curry with slightly dirty arms and hands in his shorts and tee shirt lifting an incredibly large and unwieldy piece of furniture in his arms, all business, quick and strong. Well there is when Mr. Curry holds our children in his arms. Good thing he did too, because we needed every penny, with my $300 dollar surgical extraction.

Dakota has been on the East Coast all week with family, due to return tomorrow night. He will be 16 on June 22cd, my firstborn. We are saving to have him tested in August for the paltry sum of $1400 to $2500, depending. Maybe depending on if I offer myself to this neuropsychologist. You like pregnant sir? I'm disgusting.
The testing is for various processing disorders and ADD etc. If we find something this will force the school system to make some small accomidations and changes for Dakota that could be the difference between failure and success for him.

Lola was just a flower in her school play. She did wonderfully, all exuberance and smiles and hyperactive running around afterward. All three of her parents were there, plus a girlfriend of mine who brought Lola yellow flowers, knowing Lola does not like pink.

Ian was in big trouble because he was getting a C....in GEOMETRY. IN EIGHTH GRADE. This kid is so incredibly smart and focused, it teaches me. I love him to pieces. He's got this quiet goodness and capability about him that is beautiful to see moving toward manhood.

I had a conversation with the mother of a friend of Lola's which I thought was going well, as in, maybe we could actually get along and I wouldn't feel like a freak the way I do with 99% of the school moms, until she said ' ...you know, the moms that stay at home and volunteer at school all the time are working and they are doing something very selfless so you know, it still counts, and they are there all the time, and ... ' As soon as she said selfless I felt sad. I know it's such a snap judgement but women who view these realities in that light often don't like me. They don't get me and they think my attitudes are strange and unfriendly toward good parenting. She continued ' ...then you know there are those moms who stay at home and are never at school. I mean, whatever, that's there choice, but .... ' and the implication was clear. If you aren't working, your ass better be volunteering for Cupcakes and Snack Plates and stapling every week, because what else of possible equal worth could you be doing? The bitch in me wanted to tell her I was too busy writing my novel and having kinky sex with my husband while I'm 15 weeks pregnant, in addition to exposing my children to homosexual rights and the options of contraceptives and the liberal beauty in breastfeeding a two year old. I didn't.

My head hurts my tooth hurts and that's all the writing I can squeeze out.