On the plus side, the tooth is the back one, and with her tiny mouth and with that tooth gone, she'll have more room for the other teeth to stretch out a bit. There's always a hidden blessing, I guess. And it's good to keep a healthy focus when life throws these curve balls. It's really okay. Really.
But I'm in bed now with Daisy, resting myself. I'm tired. Being outside the home, away from my usual haunts tends to exhaust me. I don't have that malady where a person is afraid to go out (agoraphobia)---I do leave the house, but really prefer to keep my outings to what I know, with few surprises. I think more I just get antsy with things that come at me from out of the blue. Figure, my life is full enough with all that the kids are involved in, and quietness is something I crave like an addict.
Think I'll drag out making dinner so it'll be more enjoyable. Getting out my bag of paints and drawing tins sounds good. Nice, rough paper---and doodling a bit sounds refreshing. I'm just plum wore out and need to do soothing tasks. Sounds good.
And I'm glad oldest daughter took tomorrow off from work, as well as today. I'm a great believer in healing when something happens. She did have the tooth drilled and temporarily filled, and got a heaping dose of pain killer, even though there wasn't an official root canal done. Her body needs rest, so that's a blessing to have an extra day, as well. Like I tell the girls, "You're tender flowers, and don't forget that." We're not all machines, though the modern world would convince us otherwise.
(fall photo by oldest daughter)
