Sometimes I feel like there's little point in trying to exercise regularly because something always trips me up. Whether it's getting sick after 3 or so weeks of steady work-outs, or schedule conflicts, or kid roadblocks, or sometimes low motivation, there usually seems to be something to get in the way. My Man's splurge to himself (and me) now that the office renovation is done was a gym membership. I now have no excuse not to get some cardio and weights in, especially during the rainy season. Are we going to have a rainy season? It should have been here by now....
I tried to get to the gym this morning. I even planned ahead and was on my way when this happened.
Dropping Syd off to play with cousin Maddie, we were walking up Grandma and Grandpa's front porch steps when Syd tripped, fell, and broke her fall with her front teeth. She was right behind me and I knew as soon as I whipped my head around to see her face rebound off the concrete step that this one was serious. After a quick peek in her mouth to find her teeth pushed way farther back than normal and her gums ripped up and bloody, I made a quick call to the dentist to make sure they were in because I was coming straight there. I was so nervous and worried that teeth would have to be pulled and my baby would have a naked front row in her mouth until her adult teeth started to come in. Sure, it's not the end of the world, but it still would be sad. I remember thinking, "At least I just took some cute birthday pictures of her with her smile in tact." So lame, right?
Syd was such a brave girl. I kept trying to help her feel calm while we waited in the dentist chair, but I think it was me that needed the reassurance more than her. She was visibly worried, of course, but she took the x-ray, exam, and cleaning her up like a champ. Thankfully, nothing was broken. No teeth had to be removed. There is the possibility that one tooth may die, but since she already has a wicked cross bite (can we say ortho bills?) the misplaced tooth won't hit her bottom teeth. Syd left the office in tact with an ice pack, a scrip for antibiotics, and a promise to watch whatever movie she wanted when we got home.
So here I am nursing a pre-teen on the couch with a stomach ache who stayed home from school today, and a pig-lipped 4 year-old who only wants to watch movies and slide her tongue along her fat lip. Part of me wants to curl up right next to them and finish my book, but the practical Mom will win out. Instead I'm eating 4 day old pizza (which I shouldn't be because I didn't earn it at the gym this morning) and making a mental list of all that needs to get done today.
Hopefully, I can squeeze in a run with the dog tonight and get back on track tomorrow. Gratefully, Syd will try a play date with Maddie again tomorrow morning with a mouth still full of teeth!
