A little inspiration can really turn a glum mum around. For the past couple days, I’ve been on a mission to be a more zen mama (inspired by this from Oh, The Joys). I must say that I’ve actually achieved heroic calmness (partially brought on by cold medicine but still) during irrational toddler drama. Now, of course, all good things can’t last forever.
After withstanding two ridiculously long tantrums with the patience and tranquility of a sleeping monk, I finally, ever-so-briefly, snapped after Dylan cried for 15 minutes straight about that evil rain cover (again!) that was (gasp!) keeping her and her little sister dry during a downpour.
I quickly jolted back to a serene state but couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed in myself. I’m relaunching my zen quest first thing tomorrow morning.
I’m also invigorated by contributing mama Daphne Biener who is completely juiced about Super Tuesday. Click here and feel her energy. She even uses the word, “jazzed.” Twice. Now that girl is inspired.
After a year of relentless campaigning, I had sort of tired of ALL the political candidates. But damn that Daphne, she actually made me care again. She is crushin’ on Obama but whoever makes your heart zing, I hope you’ll get out and vote.
Yes, I really did go from political apathy to engaged peer pressuring in just minutes.
I’ll tell you what I’m never quite jazzed about. A trip to the dentist.
After 2 c-sections and 3 other abdominal surgeries, it’s still a routine teeth cleaning that makes me cringe. Completely irrational and dumbfounding, I admit. But something about all that shrilling and scraping and gum prodding just makes me squirm. There is no iPod or fun patient/dental hygienist banter capable of drowning it out.
And there it sat on the calendar this week: a 2 pm appointment, 2 months overdue.
The dental hygienist looks so sweet. So darling. Like she lives next door and bakes you oatmeal cookies and collects your newspapers when you leave town.
Dental Hygienist: Are you flossing?
Me: Umm… well, occasionally. I mean, I used to regularly. Now, not as much. Maybe a few times a week. (A few times a week = Not at all)
Dental Hygienist: Your gums are bleeding a lot. Do you use an electric toothbrush?
Me: (pause) Yes. Yes, I do.
Dental Hygienist: Well, that’s good-
Me: (Go me. Go me. Go me. Doing the electric. Doing the electric. Watch me brush. I’m groovin’. I’m brushin’. It’s my birthday!)
Dental Hygienist: But you aren’t using it correctly. You are missing spots.
Dental Hygienist: I’ll show you how to brush when I’m done cleaning your teeth.
Me: That would be great. (That would be great = I’m not a idiot you know. I’m 37 years-old. Don’t you think I know how to brush my teeth by now?! I mean, I have a masters. From an ivy league institution. Well, actually, tooth brushing was not covered in any of my classes. And if you really want to know, I only brush for about 30 seconds. Maybe 20. Yeah, you better show me what I’m doing wrong).
Dental Hygienist: So I assume you’re refusing x-rays again?
Me: Yes. I think the radiation is too dangerous. Just seems unnecessary when I never have any problems with my teeth.
Dental Hygienist: Well, you know the risks. Instead of filling a cavity, we could end up doing a root canal or worse.
Me: Of course. I understand. (Worse? What’s this worse thing? I’m not asking. Oh god, I AM an idiot).
More scraping, sanding, buffing, picking, pushing and drooling.
Real time: 29 minutes. Perceived time: 7 hours.
Dental Hygientist: Ok, We’re done here. You had a lot of plaque. Come back in 4 months.
Me: 4 months? I thought it’s every 6 months?
Dental Hygienist: Well, you’re 2 months overdue. And you had a lot of plaque. You should come back in 4 months.
Me: Ok (This makes no sense. My teeth are clean. 6 months is good. I pay out of pocket for this. This lady is crazy if she thinks she’ll see me in 4 months).
Exit Dental Hygienist.
Enter Dentist. She does a check of my teeth.
Dentist: Your teeth look great, Kelcey – as always. Your gums might just be bleeding a bit from your hormones. You just stopped nursing, right? Totally normal. You’re all set. See you soon. In a flash, she and her pearly white lovely essence are gone.
Me: Thanks. (Oh my gosh, I love her. She is the nicest dentist I’ve ever known. I will floss. I will. I will do it for the extra nice dentist. Not the seems-nice-but-is-really-judgemental-and-super-critical-dental-hygienist. I will even come back in
4 months 5 months. 6 months at the absolute latest.)
mama bird notes
Stephanie (aka stephmod) is the winner of the super stylin’ Mutsy Spider Stroller!! Please know that I wanted to give a new stroller to each and every one of you. More giveaways to come!
NYC mamas, check out drooling over this for a green Valentine’s day.