I took The Teenager to her second-to-last orthodontist appointment, today, and, to say that she is psyched about getting her braces off on the 29th of this month would be a vast understatement; she is, in all reality, beside herself with glee.
Seriously, I can see two of her and; they are each practically vibrating with excitement.
So, of course, there has to be a monkey wrench thrown into the works. Of couse there does. In this particular case, it is the fact that we are scheduled to leave for Denver for a volleyball tournament on the same day that the braces come off. Ordinarily, this would pose no problem as The Teenager's appointment is at 10:00 a.m. Unfortunately, in addition to having the braces removed, she also needs to have one of her front teeth bonded; the result of the tooth not being as long as it's neighbors due to a chip that she received lo these many, many years ago. That appointment won't take place until 4:00 in the afternoon which, puts us on the road to Denver by 5:00, at the earliest. Denver is a five hour drive away and my night vision can best be described as sucky.
Granted, I may just be borrowing trouble since, in addition to this scheduling snafu, the Man-Cub has a wrestling tournament that same weekend and, since someone has to be present to support him; I could beg out of the Denver tourney and hand the driving reigns over to Hugh.
Except, the Cub might prefer to have his dad mat-side rather than his mother. I don't know; I just know that the whole thing is giving me a huge stress headache which makes me want to dive, head-first, into a vat of chocolate which, can't happen because Lent is right around the corner.