Guess what.

I just did something. Something I feel a bit guilty about even though it's not wrong in any way, shape, or form. Something I haven't done in years & years & years. I took drugs.

Alright, you can quit freaking out. I took Tylenol Multi-symptom cold medicine. I don't remember the last time I took cold medicine. Allergy meds, yes. A prescription decongestant when I had a horrible sinus infection & ear infection the week HT (my perfect nephew) was born. But no real OTC cold medicine.

You see, I've been nursing or pregnant for all but 7 months out of the past 8 plus years. I don't know if you can take cold medicine when you're pregnant, but it's not a great idea when your nursing (messes with supply in a bad way). This morning I realized I'm now free to imbibe as I see fit! Now if only this stuff would work.

I saw my dentist yesterday. I love my dentist. He wears Harley Davidson belt buckles & sweaters to the office. This was the first time I'd met the dental hygienist. I love her too. She talked to me the entire time she cleaned my teeth. And not the kind of talking where she expected an answer. She explained everything she was doing, the proper way to floss, the best way to make flossing a habit, the reason teeth need to be capped, her pending vacation to Florida, driving in the snow, do-it-yourself fix-it projects, and all manner of other things.

Good news, my teeth are OK for now. My extraction sites are healing nicely. The lingering numbness in my mouth is gone.

Bad news, I need to start considering caps. I have a few teeth that are extensively filled. They're holding up well for the time being, but my doctor suggests starting to cap them one at a time in about a year/year and a half. That I am not looking forward to. Not even a little. But I guess better caps than no teeth at all.

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Challenge day....uh....crap, I forget. Oh, Day Seven! Sorry.

"Do you recognize and appreciate your husband's creativity?"
Today's the day to start. Men do things differently than women. Don't think so? Watch him put the kids to bed one night if it's not his normal job. Ask him to do something you have a set way of doing, then stand back (with your mouth shut) and watch how he accomplishes the same task in an entirely different way.

As women we tend to micromanage everything. W must happen followed closely by X, then Y and finally Z. Many men think who cares what happens between W & Z as long as the result is the same.

Case & point: When we were raising chickens, you had to duck into their pen every day to dump feed in their feeder. When I was doing chores, I untied the gate, nudged chickens out of the way, tromped through mud & muck to get to the feeder, nudged more chickens away, and dumped the feed in the trough. Husband took a long piece of PVC we had lying around and an old laundry detergent bottle & made a feed dispenser. Every morning he dumped the bucked of feed into the detergent bottle & it gravity fed into the feed trough.

Praise him for his creativity today & let him do his own thing. He is not a child for you to supervise, he is a capable adult. Trust in that (even when it's very hard!).