Last week I was trying to teach Sadie to come down the stairs at Nani and Grumpa's house by scooting along on her bum (instead of launching herself from the top and expecting someone to catch her). On about the fourth stair I landed a little hard (from that giant four inch drop!) and one of my teeth started to ache. It lasted all week and seemed to be getting worse and worse so I finally caved in and let my dad make a dentist appointment for me at his dentist... You see we stopped going to our dentist last year when we went in for a teeth cleaning (thinking we'd pay cash, how much can it cost? Even with x-rays?) and left with a bill for around $600. They told us we both needed more fillings, but after forking over the $600 (half a months cash for us!) there was no way we were going to be able to afford to go back for a long, long while...
The toothache was bad enough two days ago that I caved. I was cheered up a bit by the fact that my mom had announced that her dentist does not charge for x-rays (I wish I'd known that before our last cleaning!).
And he was very, very nice! Now for the outcome.... I had a....
Apparently my overzealous flossing (because I knew we couldn't afford to go to the dentist) was the cause of all this discomfort. My instructions are to floss "more gently." I am a wimp (and the dentist was very nice and didn't charge us anything... we're even going back in a few weeks for a cleaning).
The day however, which started at Mass got weirder before we even got to the dentist appointment. We went to breakfast with one of our dear friends from our parish (or weekly after Mass event). We always go to the same restaurant (we even usually sit at the same booth). Yesterday there was a man there who glared when we walked in (I'd never seen him before). He glared at Paul all through breakfast and stared at the rest of us.
He looked very angry. He left a while before we did and I really didn't think much of it until... we walked outside and found that someone had put there foot through the front bumper of our Prius (the car that we really needed since Paul commutes 600+ miles each week for school). Apparently the Prius' bumpers are not particularly foot proof (and it had gone all the way through to the styrofoam). We had parked right in front of the restaurant so the person would have actually had to stand on the front steps in front of the front door to kick the car. And our car would have been easy to identify with the baby seat in it... I don't know if it was the angry man, but say prayers for him. He must be very, very unhappy (especially since I was looking very pregnant yesterday, all the waitresses were talking about it... who vandalizes the car of a pregnant lady with a toddler? Someone with major, major problems...).
So while the day started at Mass it ended at the sherif'f's office where we filed a report. Not that anything can really happen because no one saw what happened or who did it. Now back to "the city" (another three hours of car time) for today's OB appointment. Sadie is not going to be happy about that!