Summer, Day 65
My tooth has been killing me all winter. It was a wisdom tooth (I never did have mine out) and the dentist told me I needed to have it pulled after I had the baby.
Friday was the day.
I was amazed at how fast my whole mouth felt better. Thank goodness.
In the meantime Wyatt went back up to the cabin to work on finishing the never ending projects (now he’s started on remodeling and adding onto the bathroom).
I know these posts are more about what I did . . . but that’s because one these days the kids have just been kicking it around the house – running outside then inside then back outside, building forts, jumping on the tramp, and doing the sorts of things kids do when their mamma is too tired to do much of anything. *SIGH*