who am i and where, what, how...

So...
Asa didn't get his teeth fixed. The night before we were supposed to take him to the hospital he came down with a cold which caused him to start vomiting... my kids are pukers. The slightest provocation has them hurling... for Asa this includes post nasal drip apparently.  The next morning i talked to the anesthesiologist who said we should probably reschedule because the puking could cause respiratory complications... so after getting all worked up, fighting with ben for a solid week (not just because of the stress of this, but more stresses you'll read about in a minute), it all amounted to nothing. and now we get to reschedule and go through it all again.

in other news...
i haven't be available much... as those of you who play words with friends or draw something with me, have already figured out.  Aside from trying to make stuff to sell at Fairie Festival (which is this coming weekend if you have a mind to come visit us), i have had not 1 but 3, yes THREE proposals at work.  They are all tied together, so guess it could be worse... they could be for completely separate things... however, as it was, it has been a nightmare.

in addition...
i've been spending the last 6 weeks running around the county trying to get the small encyclopedia of enrollment forms for Esther's kindergarten debut filled out by the myriad of county people, notary people, doctors, nurses, dentists, the pope, the president, and a small but prestigious penguin at the zoo... it's been a pain...

and today is mom's birthday... which i can't spend with her because i'm at the corporate office, enjoying a quiet lull between the technical and price proposals.  The techs are packed up and ready to send off (thank christ!) and now the finishing touches are being put on the other ones...

in short...
i've been a ball of stress. working lots of long hours at work, coming home to freak out about Asa's surgery (and then later his being sick and yakking on everything), and then after putting Esther and Mr. Pukey to bed, i got to stay up late and stab wool (and no less than seven fingers per project) with a sharp needle making weird things to try and sell this coming weekend.

I'm sure after this weekend i'll feel much better... no more proposals, no more fairie fest to prep for, no more papers to have signed (or stamped, or spit on), and Asa's surgery at least a couple weeks away...

can't wait to be able to breathe easy...

Asa and the Dreaded Dentistry Date

Asa is scheduled for oral surgery on April 23rd at 10:30am.  We have to starve him from midnight the night before, drive him to a hospital in Catonsville (starving and scared mind you), have him put under anesthesia for 2 hours and allow strangers to drill in his mouth.

Needless to say, i'm terrified. I'm so anxiety-ridden just thinking about it that i want to bang my head against the wall.  The reason we're doing  this is fairly obvious, his teeth are riddled with cavities. Esther's are fine, it's just Asa's... we brush his teeth every day and even floss him. it's something about his enamel not being very strong but how he should grow out of that...

Is there anyone out there who has dealt with this or something similar? Please tell me we'll be fine, we'll survive this... that i won't end up a shaking ball of nerves and end up backhanding the anesthesiologist...