My daughter OG is scheduled to get her braces off on Monday morning. (This is 2 days away. Yesterday it was 3 days away. Last week it was 9 days away. Last month it was 30 days away. Ask me how I know this... how I have known this every day since her last appointment...)
This excitement at the certainty of getting her braces off on Monday morning has been curbed slightly by the true story one of her friends told her about going in to get his (her? I don't remember who it was!) braces off at the time they told him to expect to, only to be told that he had six more weeks to go. "Can you imagine, Mom?" an incredulous OG had uttered.
She came in this morning equally incredulous, telling me about a dream she had last. In it, she claims, it was time to leave for her appointment to get her braces off and I was working on a blog post. (Like my friend Pam, I am only reliably regular about posting on my blog during the 12 Days of Christmas Blog Challenge, so I have been blogging daily for the past 10 days.)
In this dream, apparently--in response to her, "Mom, it's time to go"--I stuck up a shush hand and gave her a mean look. She waited a bit, then tried again. "Mom, we really..." to which the mean-mommy-from-her-dreams replied, "Hush! I'm working on my blog!" Desperate, OG-from-her-dreams tried a third time, "But we're going to be late!" Apparently I then told her, "We are not leaving until I finish this blog post!" In this dream, mean mommy delayed too long, and OG missed her appointment and her chance to get her braces off.
Poor thing! I assured her that her real mommy would never let the mean-mommy-from-her-dreams keep her from getting her braces off on Monday. Unfortunately, her real mommy holds no sway over the orthodontist, however, so she'll have to take her chances with him!
This excitement at the certainty of getting her braces off on Monday morning has been curbed slightly by the true story one of her friends told her about going in to get his (her? I don't remember who it was!) braces off at the time they told him to expect to, only to be told that he had six more weeks to go. "Can you imagine, Mom?" an incredulous OG had uttered.
She came in this morning equally incredulous, telling me about a dream she had last. In it, she claims, it was time to leave for her appointment to get her braces off and I was working on a blog post. (Like my friend Pam, I am only reliably regular about posting on my blog during the 12 Days of Christmas Blog Challenge, so I have been blogging daily for the past 10 days.)
In this dream, apparently--in response to her, "Mom, it's time to go"--I stuck up a shush hand and gave her a mean look. She waited a bit, then tried again. "Mom, we really..." to which the mean-mommy-from-her-dreams replied, "Hush! I'm working on my blog!" Desperate, OG-from-her-dreams tried a third time, "But we're going to be late!" Apparently I then told her, "We are not leaving until I finish this blog post!" In this dream, mean mommy delayed too long, and OG missed her appointment and her chance to get her braces off.
Poor thing! I assured her that her real mommy would never let the mean-mommy-from-her-dreams keep her from getting her braces off on Monday. Unfortunately, her real mommy holds no sway over the orthodontist, however, so she'll have to take her chances with him!
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