{{vw}} Take care of yourself!

Yesterday we moved everything we possibly could out of the apt and into the house. I'm not sure I can raise my arms above my head, but we did manage to finish before the rain started with the help of my BiL and nephew. We then took them out to Dave & Busters for games and food. Next Sunday the movers-by-the-hour will move the large pieces of furniture.

I'd really rather be organizing my kitchen than at work.

Listen to WindSparrow, for she has broken it down neatly.

Sometimes I find myself coming in just because it seems like less trouble than calling in and arranging for a sub. Kind of social phobia trumping depression, I guess. (Which is funny, since it's usually such an enabler. They're so codependent.)

So the distress tolerance is just hunkering down until you can talk to your therapist, right? {{{vw}}} You've been doing so well lately. You'll make it through the day.

Yeah, pretty much. And I have been doing well, and I know that. I know this is situational, and that a lot of other people, actually, are dealing with it as well. Somehow there is a little comfort in that. I'm a little worried that if I don't take to day, I'll collapse later in the week and miss classes, which I really can't afford to do. So, I think I may just try to reschedule these appointments for another day. I think that may be best.

If you are not sure if you should do that because you are not sure if you deserve to take good care of yourself - take the day.

This is actually kind of where I've been. So...

Thanks, guys.

Yay for all the big moves! So exciting!

Oh, and Cashmere, the tree looks so gorgeous there! With all the snow and everything!

The insurance situation that I've been so upset about - I just realized that if I sign up for AFLAC, that should protect me from taking a really big hit off that giant deductible. I think. I'll find out on Wednesday.

Pretty tree Cashmere.

vw, take the day.

WS, I hope the Aflac insurance takes care of your worries. I'm sorry your in such a bad situation with health insurance.

Today I feel like I need to make a guest appearance on Kat's Bad Mommy blog. Joe took Ellie to the dentist today because over the weekend she lost the two fillings in her teeth (she had a cavity between the teeth about a year ago). This time, they made a crown (that's what Joe called it) on each tooth. And filled a cavity on another tooth. This time, they did so much work, they had to use novocaine (they didn't need it before).

Joe told the dentist that Ellie is still nursing (which she is, but not at night and I haven't seen any milk in months), so of course the dentist blamed that. The water here is not fluoridated, but I brush her teeth twice a day with toothpaste and she brushes at school too. Despite all that, she's still getting cavities.

I feel like the bad mommy because a)more cavities, b)tons of trauma this morning (Joe said he hurt his back holding her down for the 1.5 hour appointment) and c) I wasn't there (no way I could hold her down being this pregnant). He's taking her home to give her soup and a nap but I relaly want to be there.

Is nursing generally thought to cause bad teeth? That seems counterintuitive. Although maybe I'm just saying that because I was breastfed until I was three.

aww poor Ellie & her folks! I think there is only so much you can do about cavity prevention (which you are doing!). A lot of it is genetics.

A lot of it is genetics.

This! So this! I had terrible teeth as a kid. And that dentist sounds like a jerk. I'm so sorry, you. Don't be too hard on yourself.