Well...today was Frustrating.  I happen to have a very stubborn 4 year old.  He's got the sweed in him.  I've been taking him to the dentist for about 6 months.  Once every two months or better.  We've been working on getting him to sit in the chair, open his mouth, wiggle the toes, think of trains, bribing with toys, food, everything!  You name it, we have tried it.  The kid is STUBORN!  Well, after conditioning him for today's visit we did have some success.  He sat, with a smile.  He had a sealant put on one of his molars.  YEAH!!!!  So, being the greedy sorts that the Dr. and I are, we decided to go for gold.  She talked to him about the 'pinch', and putting the teeth and cheek to sleep.  He was agreeable, and with another successful outcome, he was numb!  No screaming, no crying, nothing.  My mind is reeling and I'm thinking GREAT, the hard part is over, and we're finally going to get that tooth taken care of.  --- Not so fast!!---

Well, The Doc pulled out her water/air pointer thingy and blasted a bit of water in there, and he FREAKED!  WE got him quieted down a bit, long enough for her to grab the drill.  She flips the switch and it took EVERYTHING I had to hold that boy down so he wouldn't get hurt with his immediate squirming.  Needless to say, we once again tried talking to him and calming him, but that drill was WAY too much for his 4 year old brain to handle.  The Dr. is saying we have to be firm, he has to have this done or he's going to loose the tooth...yadda yadda!  All of which I was agreeing with, right up till he gave me that "I'm totally terrorized" look.  He grabbed me and clung to me for dear life.

This was not the day I had envisioned.  I was thinking something along the lines of after the Novocain wore off, we'd hit DD's, and enjoy the ride home.  Instead I was torn in two, weaving in and out of being mad, and devastated.  Not mad at him, but mad at myself for just doing exactly what we were trying not to do.  After all that was why it took 6 months...just to get the boy in the chair with an open mouth.  Ugh!

I'm an ass, but on the flip side, his oral health is suffering.  If he doesn't cooperate next month, then I think I'll have to get a referral to see a specialist who knocks him out.

And DH went though orientation without a hitch, and has had three runs thus far.  Although he's still extremely intimidated by the on board computer.  Lot's of codes to memorize, and they use military time, so that's another thing to get used to.  Also, every time he changes a time zone, or anticipated a change in time zone, that must be factored into the driving time, and arrival times.  It's a crash coarse, pardon the pun.  But I think with a few more days he will start getting the hang of the system.  I'm just doing what I can to support him.  And I'm trying to be real strong here on the home front.  It's not always easy.  Sometimes it's a breeze, but at times it's overwhelming.  It's an adjustment...hopefully we will be well adjusted in another week or so.  By then I should be settled into a groove.  (I'm not big on change)  It's like when you bring home a new full grown cat, and he scatters because he's uneasy, and afraid.  That's how I feel...sort of.

I've been consuming myself with Fractals, and Photoshop to pass the time, and of coarse, spending a bit more time on DA.