Momma said there'd be days like this. . . . .

Monday was a very bad day. I woke up knowing that it would be a busy day. Grace had to be out the door to school by 8:30 I had to drop Ava off at preschool by 9:00. I had an eye exam at 10:00. Grace had a dentist appointment at 11:50 (school gets over at 11:30) and I thought Ava had dance at 1:00 (she really has dance at 2:00). In between all of that I knew Carter would want to eat about six times. Thing were going smoothly and I had even managed to get some laundry going before leaving for the dentist. When we arrived at the dentist he took x-rays and then informed me that Grace had FOUR absessed molars that all needed to be pulled. We saw a different dentist six months ago and brush and floss pretty regularly so I was floored. I had Ava and Carter with me so I called my dad who came and picked them up. Then the dentist started removing Grace's teeth. My mom tried to take Ava to dance at 1:00 and then took her back for her class at 2:00. Grace was a total champ and did so well, I was a mess. I totally felt like a child abuser, espically when the hygenist slipt the brochure "How to brush your teeth" in Grace's bag. I mean really who lets four of their six year old's teeth absess and forgets what time stuff is?

The teeth.

The holes.

The haul. I don't think it was enough. Grace was more excited about the purple fairy than the cash, but both Brett and I feel like bad parents.