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I am so, so cranky.
My mouth hurts, but it's an abstract kind of pain. My gums hurt, of course, but the entire area is having phantom pains from that damn wedge thing, and it's making me all weepy. I was supposed to have another tooth filled yesterday, but the dentist decided I'd had enough for the day, and I didn't argue. I can't even-. *waves hand vaguely*
I get like this after trauma. Sorry.
I want to take half a Vicodin, but 1) I'm at work now and it's supposed to make you drowsy - and with the way a single dose of Benadryl knocks me out, any kind of drowsy is not a good idea at work - and 2) I want to buy a pill cutter so I CAN take only half. Pill cutter will have to wait till after work, sadly.
I haven't actually cried today, but I feel like anything could set me off. Already came close when Problem Child had himself another ridiculous rant. *rolls eyes at self* Maybe I should've stayed home today. *if only, if only*
In other news, Mikey informed us yesterday that the best part about summer school is that since he leaves at 12:30 each day, he and the other kids who leave then get to go straight to the front of the lunch line. That's my kid, food-driven. Hee!
We also decided to institute a new video game rule. He loves them, but we think he plays far too much. So we told him that starting today, he has to earn his video game time by reading. The look on his face was PRICELESS. He HATES reading, but we made it clear that how often he plays video games is up to him. He can play for two hours if he wants, but he must read for two hours first - and he needs to be able to tell us what happened in the book. He already started reading this morning on the way to school. We arrived there to drop him off, turned around to look at him, and he was putting in a bookmark, looking at the clock on the dashboard and saying, "Huh, fourteen minutes. Not bad!" So YAY, he's taking it to heart. So far, anyway. ;)
My mouth hurts, but it's an abstract kind of pain. My gums hurt, of course, but the entire area is having phantom pains from that damn wedge thing, and it's making me all weepy. I was supposed to have another tooth filled yesterday, but the dentist decided I'd had enough for the day, and I didn't argue. I can't even-. *waves hand vaguely*
I get like this after trauma. Sorry.
I want to take half a Vicodin, but 1) I'm at work now and it's supposed to make you drowsy - and with the way a single dose of Benadryl knocks me out, any kind of drowsy is not a good idea at work - and 2) I want to buy a pill cutter so I CAN take only half. Pill cutter will have to wait till after work, sadly.
I haven't actually cried today, but I feel like anything could set me off. Already came close when Problem Child had himself another ridiculous rant. *rolls eyes at self* Maybe I should've stayed home today. *if only, if only*
In other news, Mikey informed us yesterday that the best part about summer school is that since he leaves at 12:30 each day, he and the other kids who leave then get to go straight to the front of the lunch line. That's my kid, food-driven. Hee!
We also decided to institute a new video game rule. He loves them, but we think he plays far too much. So we told him that starting today, he has to earn his video game time by reading. The look on his face was PRICELESS. He HATES reading, but we made it clear that how often he plays video games is up to him. He can play for two hours if he wants, but he must read for two hours first - and he needs to be able to tell us what happened in the book. He already started reading this morning on the way to school. We arrived there to drop him off, turned around to look at him, and he was putting in a bookmark, looking at the clock on the dashboard and saying, "Huh, fourteen minutes. Not bad!" So YAY, he's taking it to heart. So far, anyway. ;)
