Monday, January 28, 2013
Eighth Grade Called...
Here is how I started my day.
By 10am, I looked like this.
Braces. Adult braces.
As they were gluing and wiring, all I could think about was how I hurried out the door this morning, with only enough time to get a kiss on the top of my head from my husband as I brushed my teeth. I was running late and it just didn't cross my mind. One last free-of-metal kiss.
Of course, in my over dramatic mood, it's all I can think about now. I actually started tearing up while they were still working on my mouth. I think I said, "I don't know why my eyes are watering this much" 13 times. Yes, thirteen. Or as i say it now, terteen times. I'm sure they saw right through it.
I've had a couple of good cries over this already today.
Ugh. We can certainly qualify my vanity as a first world problem.
For the next 15 months, I'll smile a metallic grin. Please friends, if I am lucky enough to enjoy your company for a meal or two in the next 1.25 years, don't let me leave the table with leafy greens flowing from my grid-like grin.
I know I am lucky to be able to be able to afford to take care of myself. I know this is a luxury. I know that in a short year and a half, these wires and rubber bands will be a distant memory. But for now, I'm not feeling like a super model.
Here's to Advil, Craig being mistaken for my older brother and picking seasonal colors of rubber bands. Who's up for a little red, white and blue this July?!
Awesome, me neither.
15 months and counting.