Instead, this is what has happened. Racey came home sick Friday afternoon with a sore throat and was beginning to have a tooth ache. By 7:00 p.m. we were in the car driving a hour one way to get pain medication from his mom, hoping we could patch things up and scoot by till first of the week. Saturday was filled with pain meds and lots of moaning. Sunday, I awoke with Racey's cold, and his tooth pain was now more than the pain medication could take care of. We both laid on the couch hating our current situation and longing for the grand weekend plans we had anticipated. Sunday night rolled around and we found a dentist who would do an emergency appointment for and arm, leg, and of course tooth! We rushed to the office only to experience the "worst dental visit of a lifetime", Racey said. We left empty handed and still in pain. As of today, Monday, we are waiting for the oral surgeon appointment and I am just dealing with being a wife and mom who is sick but can't stop taking care of others to be sick myself... Here's hoping this week takes it easy on us.
I apologize in advance for all the grammatical error, but my editor is knocked out on pain killers at the moment!