I’ve been playing hooky on 7 Quick Takes Fridays, mainly because extracting seven semi-witty things from my gray-sludge-of-a-brain since giving birth to my third child has become next to impossible. But here I am again. Not because I’m feeling particularly witty, so go ahead and lower your expectations right now. It’s just that Jen’s got a great thing going here, and it felt right to jump on board again this week.
Saint Gaba has left the premises and I miss her already. Seriously, my mom is a saint-in-the-making. Even Madeline announced that when my mom died, she was going to start praying to Saint Gaba. (No worries: Gaba’s perfectly healthy.)
At my recent dental appointment, I received some good news. No cavities! Whoo-hoo! Unfortunately, my usual postpartum dental visits haven’t been quite as gratifying. I never had one single cavity until I became a mom. Since bringing forth new life, I’ve suffered one root canal and several encounters with the dental drill for smaller cavities. What gives (besides the enamel in my teeth)? Any other moms out there experience tooth rot as well?
I woke up the other day feeling bummed that my husband had to work until 11 p.m. for an entire week and then I remembered it was just a dream! I don’t know what I was happier about – the fact that my husband’s hours have been lighter lately or that I actually slipped into REM mode long enough to dream.
My husband and I went on a date and ate sushi. And we talked about things other than our kids (for most of the time anyway). We also had the worst waitress in the history of dinner dates. She was more spacey than Polaris, but she was sweet and we’re pretty sure she had pinkeye (her left eye was terribly bloodshot and on the gunky side) so we cut her some slack (and washed our hands really well after dinner and were careful not to touch our own gunk-free eyeballs). An added bonus: Her slow service meant the date lasted longer. No complaints there. And remember we – the parental units – were eating sushi. Sushi! With a glass of wine! At 9 p.m.! (And what’s really weird is apparently a lot of people our age eat sushi and imbibe at 9 p.m. in the city. The hangout was packed. Who knew?)
Last week I splurged on a few new articles of clothing – they’re feminine and frilly and so not practical for an at-home mom who spends most of her life wearing Eau du Breastmilk. But I don’t care. It was fun buying a few things that make me feel pretty even if I smell like regurgitated breastmilk. (I wore a new dress to the aforementioned date night, and it was a hit with my husband, too.)
And so long as I’m on the subject, why isn’t defensive medicine, which results in huge costs in the health care industry, not being addressed? Doctors often run more tests than needed to “pad” a patient’s chart in the event of a lawsuit and have to pay huge malpractice premiums that health care consumers end up subsidizing. With all this talk of change and making health care more affordable, why hasn’t tort reform been discussed as one way to curb costs? Oh, wait. Capitol Hill is filled with lawyers turned politicians. Talk about hypocrisy.
Now back to much more fun topics like growing babies…
M.E. had her 4-month checkup earlier this week. I just don’t believe the growth charts because they’re saying this chunker is only in the 50th percentile for height and weight. Mama’s milk does a body good.
Stop by Jen’s Conversion Diary for more quick takes that are sure to have the sparkling wit I seem to be lacking these days.