My Ruffly Burlap Day

Phew.

It's over.

The dreaded dental visit to fix a few things.

All is good.

One hour and 49 minutes of sitting in THE CHAIR.

Playing Zenses to keep me calm.

Listening to Lenka on my Pandora station.

Feeling so relieved to have that off my calendar.

I've decided my mission in life should be to invent a silent drill.

It's too bad I don't have a technical bone in my body.

Perhaps I could paint ceiling murals for dentists instead.

Imagine what Michaelangelo could have done for the modern dentist office.

Came home.

I can finally feel my mouth again.

What an awful feeling.

Made a ruffly burlap pillow to feel a little better.

Notice I'm not showing my seams.

They are horrific.

Don't be too impressed by the ruffles.

They weren't mine.

They were off of an adorable pair of jeans that Sofi and Izzy refused to wear.

"They're weird Mom!"

My day started rather scratchy, kind of like the burlap.

One of them, who shall remain nameless, has had horrific tantrums nearly every morning.

Today was no exception.

The issue?

Shoes.

Really?

She has 4 pairs.

I'd gladly wear any one of them.

But they aren't cozy like her sisters.

In other words, missing the fur.

Really?

I almost insisted she wear her rainboots.

And it's not raining.

She wore these instead.

Ugly aren't they?

I needed Calgon by 8:30 a.m.

A glass of this would have worked too.

But instead I walked Miss Polka Dot Sneaker Girl and

Miss Dramatic Fashion Queen down to school.

She dressed herself during the aforementioned tantrums.

Good thing they carry my heart with them wherever they go.

Here's hoping for more ruffles in the remainder of the day than burlap.

-julie