I meant to sit down and write something this morning, before I had to drop everything and take Monkey up to the orthodontist to get braces installed on every remaining tooth and possibly a few of his limbs, but as usual, I didn’t get it done.
I was too busy doing work things. And also soup things. I do love my crockpot, but some day I’m going to figure out how to remember that when recipes call for a metric buttload of chopped vegetables I should probably take care of that the night before, rather than while checking email and making phone calls and freaking out about everything that needs to be done that day and OMG I haven’t even showered yet and the carrots still need to be diced! Whoops.
Any by the way, it’s a wee bit challenging to pack a lunch of “soft things” for a picky eater, but I figured a ham sandwich after getting another pound of metal in his mouth would be sort of mean.
And that’s how it came to be that Monkey and I sat in the orthodontist’s office for ninety minutes this morning, him with a nice soft lunch packed and waiting in the car (to be eaten on the way back to school), and me having forgotten to eat breakfast and starving by the time we finally got out of there. Not really the pinnacle of my “good planning” career, you could say.
While we were there, I had a little chat with the billing lady, as it’s nearly that time where we have to decide if we want to put any money into a medical flex spending account for next year. I wanted to figure out what we were looking at, expense-wise, for the next 15 months or so.
The good news is that eeeeeeeeverything Monkey’s had done so far—double expanders, top “starter” braces, fifty gazillion repair appointments, and now a full set of braces—is considered part of his “Phase 1” treatment, which means the cost has already been figured into our payment plan.
Then, of course, the bad news is EITHER that:
1) That means there’s a “Phase 2” down the road for him (we’ve been told he may need braces a second time when he’s older, and they didn’t seem all that amused when I responded, “Really? Couldn’t you just DO THEM RIGHT the first time?”), or
2) Chickadee will start “Phase 1” in 2009! We get to do it ALL OVER AGAIN!
I also really like how EVERY SINGLE TIME I take either child to this orthodontist, someone says something about Monkey being the eldest, naturally, because he’s in active treatment and his sister isn’t. And then I have to explain that no, SHE’s older, but she started treatment with a different orthodontist in a different state, who had a different philosophy, who did some things that made it such that we now have to wait a little longer to start torturing her. It just never gets old!
This orthodontist is pretty nice, though. Ever since Monkey’s braces broke umpteen times and I had a small meltdown at their office, we have gotten VERY good service there. I guess when you see all of those crooked teeth in one family coming your way, you become highly motivated to roll out the welcome mat.
He probably fits those wires in Monkey’s mouth while dreaming of the diamond letter opener he’s thinking of buying. For his boat.