Tooth-hurty?

No...three-thirty!  That's when my dentist appointment is tomorrow to have one (and possibly two) fangs yanked.  I don't look forward to it, but I don't anticipate a difficult extraction.  Primary teeth have short roots.  It should pop right out.  If I weren't such a weenie, I could probably pull it myself!

After school today, I did some tutoring...then came home and picked up the children from Miss Shelly's.  We had promised them Chick-fil-A today, since they will be gone over the weekend.  Meg met us there.  It seems that Chick-fil-A was having some special doin's by way of fundraisers for Sheltering Wings (a shelter for battered women and their families)...and a fire truck, complete with little plastic fire helmets and coloring book giveaways...and a cow on the roof (saying "eat more chikn").  The kids got on the fire truck.  Robin babbled, as usual...but Ryan was awed.  Another grandpa put his granddaughter in the truck and said, "Since you're in there, I guess you'll have to go with them if they go to a fire."  Well!  Little Ryan heard that and didn't want to get out of the truck.  He wanted to go to a fire!  When we finally left, there were a lot of questions from him--like, how old he has to be before he can go to a fire, if his fire helmet will still fit him when he is a grown-up, and why don't we want a fire in our house???

Thereafter, Meg went one way to do a little shopping, and the children and I came home to make cookies for me to take to school tomorrow, in celebration of my two kids who passed their radio Tech tests this week.  (Before you get to thinking how domestic I am, understand that the cookies were pre-formed and frozen, from a fundraiser at school.)  The children quickly lost interest in the project and went off to play nicely by themselves.  The only real casualty of the day was Meg.  She didn't change shoes after work while she shopped, and her tootsies were sore.  Then, too, she was pooped to the point of tears.  It has been a crazy week at work for her with never a down minute.  (I can relate.  Until the last kid is shoved out the door at school, I am on stage.  The big advantage I have over Meg is that I get home earlier in the day...but I'm probably just as tired!  Heck...I pointed my finger at a kid today and said, "If you don't pass eighth grade and I end up with you again next year, I'm either going to commit murder or suicide.  I'm not sure which!"  Thankfully, he laughed...)

Both kids got baths and were in bed by 10:00, which is way too late for little ones...but since they nap at Miss Shelly's, they flat-out aren't ready for sleep on our schedule.  The weekends are all too short when they are with Daddy.  I will be working the 500 Mini-Marathon in communications on Saturday morning; will need to spend a couple of hours with my tutoring student this weekend; and then there are the usual weekend chores...mowing, laundry, and trying to catch up on personal time.  Come on summer!!