You didn't expect sarcasm here did you?
But really, the low point of the week was taking JM to the dentist for his cavities to be filled. I'm not sure if it's from my parenting failures or from his reflux issues and years of eating Maalox in the middle of the night but he had a cavity between 2 of his teeth, meaning it affected 2 teeth.
And he was SOOO good in the dentist, for the novacaine and everything.
And as we were leaving he was crying and I felt so bad for him. And right before we left, the dentist said "make sure you don't bite your lip, I know it's tempting while you're lip is asleep." And by the time we got from dentist to the dollar store for his ballon for being good at the dentist he had eaten the side of his mouth. I'm not kidding. Blood pouring down his chin and all. If you picture popular vampire images, that's what I found in the backseat 10 minutes after buckling him in.
So I wisk him home and started icing it. And it bled the rest of the day and when the Novacain wore off he cried. for hours. That his lip hurt.
And since then it's been huge, swollen and covered in yellow oozing crust. Seriously gross. and he's refused to eat anything that doesn't come out of a straw. Although we did get a spoon of peanut butter into him twice. So it's been 3 days of smoothies and milkshakes and Popsicles. And everytime we go somewhere people say "WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS LIP!?!!" and I have to admit that above story that his horrible mother let him get cavities and then let him eat his mouth for a snack.
I'm going to come up with a snappy response like "snake bite" or "got it stuck in a vacuum" for the next time. And I'm sure there will be a next time. It's only 1/3 of the way healed. if that.
In other news, being cookie mom means I have people showing up here pretty much any day asking for more cookies. They give me some notice but it's giving me an incentive to keep the house entry way from looking like a tornado went through lately. Of course a tornado did come through here and has thrown up several hundred boxes of cookies. And piles of paperwork for the pending income tax stuff.
Speaking of income tax.. did you know that big brother is alive and well and getting bigger? Now paypal reports to the govt what your sales were. Not that I plan on being dishonest, but even in the best situations my numbers don't always match up. I mean really, I don't balance my checkbook because the numbers were always a few digits off. Can you imagine what it's going to be like when it's all inputted into quickbooks? I bet it'll be more than a few digits off. And nothing says "audit me" like numbers not matching what the govt thinks you made. Ask my about our other incorrect tax filings. Of course at this point I think the audit people probably realize there's a math idiot putting numbers into tax act on this end and it's not actual intentional. As if I'd intentionally not include a w-2. I just never guessed one employer issued 2 different w-2's.
Anyway, because I can't find 8 months of bank statements and my bank says "access 18 months of statements online" on my statement and when I went online I could only access 3 months of statements, and after 10 "I can't help you with that, let me transfer you to womeon who can" transfers with the bank I am now waiting for 10 months of statements to arrive before I can proceed. Because you can't actually access 18 months from my accounts. Good thing I'm not starting this April 10th, huh? This year is another file in 2 states year. Fun times. And every year I say "yep. good thing I didn't pick accounting as a career choice"
Of course this whole "cookie mom" this is one big accounting headache. With people getting more cookies and adding them to their tab and keeping track of who's paid what and who owes what...... ack!!! And I'm going to get more cookies tomorrow. 2nd time we've re-stocked and re-ordered in 1 week. From a person who did.not.want.to sell this dumb things. Sonia's sold 5 boxes. 2 of them to her family. And if I don't get these dumb things out of here we'll be eating and buying more. In that order.
In other news, San Diego now passed an ordinance that everyone in the county can have chickens and 2 goats (not more and not less than 2 goats) so the question is arising of "do we want goats?" and frankly, I'm not sure. I joke that I'm holding out of a dairy cow, but seriously it's a joke. Besides, they smell. And they're work. And I have enough work as it is.
Speaking of work... I got my license this week. It might have arrived last week but I don't check the mail all that often. So work now has a copy of it and now we can go back to working for pay. I'm not calling and trying to get shifts yet. I still want to get my taxes in order and still get these stupid cookies off my plate.
My next fun Lasik or PRK surgery is scheduled for March. More fun times ahead. I've decided that my eyes are just my thorn in my side. I'll spare the rest of the world the nitty gritty details but I'll focus on the fact I can see at all and not on the fact that I see double what the rest of the world sees. still. yep. fun times.
But, ya know, I didn't give a hoot if the groundhog saw his shadow or not. Because I live here in paradise, and that, my friend, IS fun.
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