{ Cleaning and a broken tooth }

Some days just flow so well, and then something happens that kind of makes you go "huhhhh, well that wasn't expected."  But as always, how you react to a situation, determines how the rest of the day will go.

I used to be a bit of a hot head, actually, if you had to ask my dad and stepmom, and even my siblings, they would tell you that when I was a teenager, I was a "fly off the handle, dramatic, lazy girl".  I don't take it to heart, or find it offensive, it's the truth.  May not be something pretty to hear, and it's actually so completely far off who I am now and have been for the past twenty years, but back then that is pretty accurate.

If something went wrong, I stomped my feet and reacted immediately, yelling, or crying, or acting like it was the end of the world.  LOL  In other words, a true teenager, right?

Over the years, and especially after I got married, I quickly realized that things weren't always so outlandish and needing an over dramatic reaction, and that the best way to deal with every situation that is thrown our way, no matter what it is, is to just stop, think, relax and go with the flow.

Today was a perfect example of that.

See, I started off the morning with a drive to the commissary for some last minute bits for Easter, and as I was driving down the country road, watching the green fields flanking each side of the car, the tons of cows feeding and the bright sun shining above, I found myself smiling from ear to ear.  It was one of those moments of true contentment.

Happiness for my life, for my health, for my family and where I am, where I live and just plain joy.

I stopped over at my brother and sister in law's house, had a quick coffee with them and then came home, bringing my nephew with me.  He went to the gym with my son and husband.

The minute they left, I got right to work.  There was laundry to be done (there's always laundry to be done isn't there?)

I turned the radio on, as I often do when I'm working, and I did the laundry dance.   Pull out the laundry from the dryer and draped it over the door, it will be ironed tomorrow.  Switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer, and throw in a new load.

I could be annoyed and frankly quite resentful of this constant chore, but I find that if I get into it and just listen to the radio, it goes by quite quick, and dare I say I even enjoy it?

Once the laundry was done, I moved to the dishes and cleaning and tidying up the kitchen.  No matter how much I clean, I feel like it's in a constant state of disarray.

Once that was done, I grabbed my cleaning supplies and headed into Nick's room.  He's a real teenage boy and that bedroom tends to look like there was some major brawling going on in there, or a college keg party.  It's annoying but quite comical at times, and again, where in the beginning I used to get so mad at him, and yell and threaten and bribe and whatever, in the hopes that he would clean that mess up......I've since then learned to just laugh it off.

Oh he still gets told off, and asked to get things cleaned up, and honestly, he is quite good about following through when asked, but in between the asking, it all falls apart.

I get quite giddy when I realize that I'm able to go in there, undisturbed and clean to my heart's content.

And that is what I did, that room got a good deep clean today, along with his bathroom.  Shower curtains and bath mats were washed, everything was wiped down and bleached and such.  Windows were open in the bedroom, windows were washed, beds were made fresh, laundry was picked up and there was dusting and vacuuming and all.  It's a great sense of accomplishment to look back and see the results.

I was happy, I was having a great day, the boys had just returned home and brought pizza for lunch,  and then it happened.

I popped an Easter almond into my mouth, and was actually in Nick's bathroom with him, he was helping me put back on his liner and shower curtain, when I bit down real hard and chewed and swallowed and then realized that half of my tooth was missing, the filling was left, but the actual tooth all the way down the side is gone.

My reaction was one of "OHHH....I just broke my tooth."

And then I started laughing and he looked at me as if I had lost my mind. He ran out to tell my husband and daughter and they all ran back into the room with flashlights in their hands and inquisitive eyes, and all I could do was laugh.

It only hurts if I chew on it real hard, or if I touch the side with my tongue, I think there's a tiny spot where air can get in and when that hits the nerve....well you know, it feels like a shooting electric pain.

But why did I laugh, and why did I immediately thank God for this happening?

Well because first of all, I realized that I ate my tooth LOL  And secondly, because I'm so extremely thankful that even though the tooth broke, and yes it does hurt if I chew something hard on that area, I am still able to chew soft foods, and it's not hurting at all if I'm not eating anything.  It could have been much worse.

We don't currently have dental insurance, just haven't been able to afford it since he retired, but we will be getting some in a few months.  This means that I will have to pay out of pocket and that is going to hurt more than the missing tooth, believe that.

I will make an appointment sometime this week, but yes, until I'm able to get to the dentist, I'm sooooo and I mean SOOO thankful that it's not hurting.

It's all in how we react, really.

Right, I'm out of here, my laptop is about to die and I need to plug it in to charge.  Have a great night friends :)