LaLaGirl – Twinfinite Chaos! Parenting Multiples and Dealing with Autism

This morning, I was ready to delete this blog. I used to find so much pleasure in documenting the lives of myself and my family, which is evident by taking a look at my archives – the writings here used to be a lot more prolific. One of my favorite features here is the “On this Date” thing in the sidebar, which links to posts from around this date in previous years. I love looking back at our lives and seeing how things were going on a random boring Tuesday, when my big kids were still in diapers. Probably boring to the rest of the world, but it makes me happy. Lately, though, the joy has been sucked right out of writing for me – mostly because I feel that I have to censor what I write, so that I put out the right image for advertisers and others who might be reading. And that sucks. As careful as I try to be about what I write, I never can seem to say what I want to say without pissing somebody off.

My blog writing has actually been a huge point of contention between my husband and me. He’s a very private person, and having a wife who blogs is difficult for him. We had a big heart-to-heart about the nature of writing online, and how difficult it can be to share things about my life and my family without becoming a stalker’s wet dream. He made me realize that sometimes, it doesn’t matter how carefully you word something, because people are always going to see what they want to see in it.

Who would have ever thought that my husband, who hates everything about blogging, would be the one to talk me off the ledge? He loves me and wants me to be happy, and he knows that writing is what makes me happy. So, at his insistence, I’m going to stick around. My sincere apologies for crying wolf – I hate it when people do that!

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The day after our big party, I stepped on something very sharp with my bare feet. It’s odd that this would happen to me at all, because I NEVER am without shoes, from the time I get up until the time I go to bed – I have back issues and my back hurts like hell if I walk around barefoot for more than a few minutes. But, as luck would have it, I ran downstairs in my jammies and bare feet, to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer – and, OUCH – stepped on something sharp. That something sharp was A HUMAN TOOTH, OH MY GOD! It was embedded in the rug in my laundry room, which is right in front of the door that goes to our garage.

Someone LOST A TOOTH at our party. What is the story here?? Did someone do a drunken faceplant into my dryer door? I can’t even imagine how this happened. Who does it belong to? How did they lose it? And why didn’t they say anything? What went ON that I don’t know about??

I immediately looked in the mirror at my own teeth, and then felt stupid, like it would be possible for me to break off half a tooth and not notice. Then I checked all my kids’ mouths, and they weren’t short any teeth that haven’t already been accounted for. Soooo…what now? Should I keep it for good luck? Stick it under my pillow and see what happens? ::shudder::

Is this your tooth? If it is, PLEASE fess up and let us know what happened – we are dying to know!!

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