What goes through my head is not so much how it's going to go down when I get to the dentist, but what I can get done in 3 1/2 hours, because if he has to do something traumatic, I'll be wiped out for the rest of the day.
Here is my list: A second and even third cup of coffee (gotta get my priorities straight); write this blog; three or four loads of laundry; make homemade turkey soup from the turkey carcass; go through the pile of papers on my desk; pay some bills; unload and load the dishwasher; and mop the kitchen floor.
My biggest problem is that it's kind of mystery dental work. I don't know what's wrong with the tooth and neither does the dentist. If the dentist has to do something big, the receptionist said there is time today; if not today, there is time tomorrow.
In the meantime, I have to figure out how to coordinate everyone around this unknown dental distress. My oldest has an appointment after school, which my husband can take her to. But someone has to be available to pick up my youngest, so I have my mom on deck too.
I feel like I'm about to negotiate my last supper or something. "Please, don't take the tooth now, let me coordinate one last day of my family's lives and make them some dinner. I promise I'll turn myself in tomorrow."
With negotiations scheduled to take place in 3 1/2 hours, I better get going on my list.