That Widow

Day 143 and that went up in flames.

I was able to get the oldest into his regular dentist office but not with our usual dentist just another one in the practice. I took all of the boys with me and had them in our quad stroller with the baby strapped to my chest. Let me preface by saying my children are by no means the best children ever but they do have manners. Anyways, they’re in the stroller and the oldest is doing really well with sitting and getting X-rays and doing what is asked of him. The dentist finally comes in and tells me he’s grinding his teeth while sleeping and has destroyed his caps and they need replaced. I’m like ok, let’s get that scheduled then. She looks at me and dead ass say “next time maybe leave all of them at home” talking about my other boys, who were sitting and watching what was happening but being good in the stroller. I looked at her and said “well, my husband died so it’s just me and them and seeing as this was an emergency visit we all had to come.” She looked horrified, rightfully so, as I tried not to cry. She just looked at the hygienist and said book out 60 minutes and then took off after she tried to back pedal and say that’s not what she meant. Sure, that’s exactly what you meant.

The hygienist walked us to the scheduling desk and said “mom, I just want you to know you’re doing a great job”. The whole office knows about my husband as does our typical dentist and while I understand what she was saying it’s a pediatric dental office that specializes in special needs children. No one in the history of ever has wanted to bring 6 children to the dentist by themselves. This world is shitty enough without nasty people thinking they’re better than you, read: I’m a doctor too so you’re not really better than me, dead husband or not, don’t be nasty to people.

Day 143 and it took a lot of deep breaths to be able to pull out of the parking lot without crying.