You know it's not going to be a good day when...

you start out at the dentist. Yes, yesterday was just one of those days. I was still tornadoy from my in-laws visit, which wasn't due to end until later that afternoon (exacerbated by my well-meaning mother-in-laws innate ability to uncover hidden disorder in our house, this time, I kid you not, within our *vacuum cleaner bag* as she tried to help out by vacuuming our floors, "oh, your vacuum was FILLED with dirt. I had to empty it before I could even use it." *cries*). I had a dentist appointment at 8:30 in the morning, and Henry woke up wheezing. *sighs*

I made the decision to keep Hank home from school so that I could get him into the pediatrician. This necessitated 3 phone calls to daycare, school, and my job. Then I left Hank in the care of the in-laws so that I could run to the dentist. Always fun to start off the day with bleeding gums, you know? As soon as I got out of the dentist, I called the now open pediatrician, and got Hank an appointment for later in the morning.

His appointment went fine. His congestion was all in his nose and sinuses, rather than lungs, so that was a relief. By time we got home, it was pointless to try to go into work, so I wound up at home, anxiously playing hostess until it was time for my in-laws to depart for the airport.

I know it sounds terrible, but whenever we have guests, the instant they leave, I breathe easier. Like, I can relax again. Why am I so defective like this?