My car has a name: Sylvia. It’s silver, and my daughter came up with the name. I’m cool with it. My husband’s car sort-of has a name. It’s his second Subaru, so we call it either “New-baru” or “Two-baru.” My kids stuffed animals/dolls all have names, and I still have a collection of stuffed bunnies from my child hood that have names.
The dentist was… well, it was. I survived. I had a filling that cracked and broke off, causing the pain. The dentist removed the remaining filling, cleaned it up, and put a new filling in. I made myself a playlist of my most calming classical music to listen to. But it seems that every time there was a decrescendo in the music, there was a crescendo of the drill. I’ll have to look into something more dynamically consistent for next time. Anyway, I explained my phobia, and they were as gentle with me as they could be.
Yesterday, I took Juliet Jr. to the beach with a few of my girlfriends. One last summer excursion before school starts for her. It was perfect weather for the beach and we had a blast. I picked Romeo Jr. up from the in-laws, only to find he’s running a fever and not eating well. He woke up around 11 last night, and I heard a faint, “Mama?” Then he puked. I left for work before he was up today; I hope he’s feeling better soon and it’s just a 24-hour kind of thing.