Here's how it works in my house. My children ask me to make dental and other various medical appointments for them. It's so sad that I don't think of essential things like this on my own. I think something very important in my how-to-be-a-decent-mother kit went missing. Pooh Bear had to beg me for two months, but today I finally managed to get her to Dr. Devine's for a check-up. Love. That. Name. A devine dentist. Our now former family dentist for the past 20 years, Dr. Chambers, couldn't put us on the schedule in for the summer though I called in early June. In fact,Chambers couldn't squeeze us in till November or January. I'm gonna miss his humming along to Musak versions of Madonna, but not enough to wait a hundred years to get on his calendar. And thank goodness for friends like Cecily who knows her way medically speaking 'round these parts; she gave us this excellent recommendation.
Dr. Devine got us in within a few weeks. Bless his heart. Pooh Bear thinks he is fantastic.
Dr. Devine is located in the little historic town of Sweetwater, so Pooh Bear and I took in antiques and ice cream afterwards. Is it another breech of the mother contract to feed a child sweets directly after a cleaning? Probably. Maybe I should attend a babysitter's course somewhere and learn a handy skill for hanging out with children.
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2 comments:
No breech of contract there. Teenager earned his homestay (yay), and I am trying to figure out how best to squeeze breakfast (which will doubtless include sugary baked goods from Starbucks along with the coveted caramel macchiato) between his 8:00 checkup at the dentist, and a slightly later orthodontist appointment next Tuesday. Good mom! Good mom!
LOL, Deb! I feel better already.
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