Sad, but true.

You know you are a worn out mother of 3 little munchkins when you roll out of bed, brush and floss your teeth like crazy mad, rush to the dentist’s office to get to your appointment five minutes late, and sigh with relief as you realize that you are ALONE. It doesn’t matter that you are about to be drilled and poked. (Insert add above. Hmmm...looks like somebody needs a new marketing supervisor. ;) ) The solitude is refreshing. One hour with no one asking where something is, yelling ‘mom’, and one morning of not being in charge of the rush to make the school bus. Fantastic.

Before they call me back, I think of my Sara’s trip to the dentist and find myself laughing out loud. I hope she doesn’t mind me sharing, but I literally almost wet my pants when I read it. (It doesn’t take much after having 3 kids OR when you are 19 and in Paris on Valentine’s day. Long, too embarrassing to tell story, but I know Sandra and Carrie are laughing.) Even if you haven’t checked the child-birthing box off your list yet, you just might find yourself wetting your own pants. So, back in the waiting room, I take a moment to relish in my memories and enjoy the tranquility.

After she calls me in, the hygienist lays my chair back and asks me if I would like a magazine. What? Someone making ME comfortable and offering ME brainless reading material that I thoroughly enjoy? I’ll take it. As I am reading about J.Lo surprising her husband with a fancy 40^th bash and being relaxed by the easy listening music faintly playing in the background, I had to stop myself when I actually wished I did have a cavity so that I could have another ‘appointment’ with Dr. Crouch.

Wait. What? I have always hated the dentist, and honestly would much prefer a trip to the gynecologist, which wasn’t much higher on my list but it beat out a trip to the dentist if I had my choice. The drilling and scraping inside my head is what created my previous dentist hatred, but that’s all gone now. The dentist brings serenity to my life as a busy mother, and score one more point for me when I actually ended up with one cavity. Ah, I must go back.

Now that I managed to cover peeing, child birth and the gynecologist in two paragraphs, I will move on. I am wearing a sweater today…ta da! What makes that even better is that it is super cute, if I do say so myself. Think ivory, chunky, and classic yet funky with three big buttons. It was originally $80 on clearance at the Talbots outlet for $15. It just got cuter after you read the last part, huh?

The chill in the air every year causes me to mourn for the loss of sweaters past. After living in Wisconsin for 2 years and going to college in Utah I had had it with the cold. In an attempt to rid myself of the days where I had to don long underwear and two pairs of pants or find myself covered in hives from head to toe, I gave all my toasty warm sweaters away.

Good riddance until I moved to Houston. Here I don’t have to wear them for their practical reasons, just to sport something besides my black sweats when the weather cools. (a.k.a. My ‘Triple Threat’ sweats. My sister informed me that the three pieces of my black sweats are not appropriate to be worn all at the same time due to the nature of all three pieces being a little too blinged out.) I wish I still had some of my cute sweaters, but I will suck it up in my cute new one and

welcome fall...ya'll!