hello, dentist. Again. Last week, I spent about ten minutes with the dentist in the morning, and twenty minutes in the afternoon. My teeth are a mess. I need five extractions, and five fillings. I can't get it done all at once, because we can't afford the hospital fees, so it's a slow process of a bit at a time. Today, I'm having the worst two teeth pulled out (the ones that were causing me pain.) Now that it isn't unknown, I'm not as scared (but I am a little bit worried), and tomorrow I'm told I will feel ten times better than today.
hello, ProBlogger. The end is in sight, it's only 17 sleeps until we go. Toni and I have a clothes shopping date for this Friday, and then it's time to get serious about packing and lists, and making sure they have food at home.
hello bedroom floor. To try and figure out what clothes I actually need, Steve and I spent some time yesterday picking up everything off the floor in our room. It's been a while. I now have more than twenty pairs of socks, too many tops that I need to sort again, and one pair of jeans that fits. And I haven't been through Sophie's drawers yet. But the floor is clean.
hello, slow week. I'm expecting to need a bit of recovery time this week, so I don't have much planned. And if all else fails, my mum is arriving on Thursday for a weekend visit, she can always step in while Steve is working if needed.
hello, Monday. A brand new start every week.