Rona and the Dentist

The Rona here is going bankrupt - which is really a shame. Today was the start of the receivership sale and everything in the store was 25% off, so we packed up after breakfast and headed down to check out the deals.

There was a security guard at the door that was only allowing people in as people came out. The wait wasn't too long though, and Cailin sat in the cart without a fuss. About five steps into the store we found a perfect vanity for our downstairs bathroom. We also managed to find a nice faucet, a sheet of glass tiles, a new mirror and wall sconces to complete the bathroom reno. I can't wait to see how the bathroom turns out when it's all done.

We also found a nice fixture to go above the kitchen sink, and one to replace the large ugly florescent light in the center of the kitchen. I can't wait until it's installed - no more annoying buzzing from the broken ballast. Hopefully the popcorn ceiling isn't in too bad of shape under the big fixture; the new one is quite a bit smaller.

I also picked out new drawer pulls and knobs. I have never liked the ones in the kitchen and was glad for the opportunity to change them - for a fraction of the regular cost. The first one I tried on the cupboard door was defective of course, but luckily I bought an extra one.

Cailin did really well in the Rona considering how long we were in there - past naptime even. She got a little fussy, but that was to be expected. She barely ate any breakfast and she was getting tired by the time we checked out.

When we got home I realized I had a dentist appointment to go to. I hate going to the dentist. This time I got a little pleasure out of thinking maybe I could breath fire on the dentist from my ever-present heartburn. No such luck, but it was a good idea.

They treat pregnant ladies like they're hand grenades in the dentist office. I assured the hygienist that I would not get ill no less than five times while getting my teeth cleaned. Every time I moved, she skidded her chair back like I was on fire. She asked if I was okay no less than ten times. It's nice they were concerned though.

Surprisingly, that was the easiest dentist appointment I can remember. No x-rays or anything.

If going to the dentist wasn't punishment enough for one day, I had to go grocery shopping after. It was super busy in the store and I saw many examples of how I never want my children to act in public. I am realistic however; I know it is only a matter of time before my sweet children are pulling stunts like that themselves.

I noticed a guy standing beside my car on the way out. He was eyeballing the door from what I could tell, then he walked away. I was going to check the door, but forgot until I got home. And yes, something had hit my car. Yet again. Looks like a cart this time. I'm getting very sick of people marking and scratching my car up. How far away from the door does this pregnant mama have to park to avoid this crap? The next lot over?

The whole time I was at the dentist and grocery store, Cailin napped. When she got up, she helped herself to a few snacks and we went for a walk. Because she has a short attention span and wanders aimlessly on walks, her poor father goes and collects her and deposits her inside the stroller. There is much protesting when this happens. We didn't shut the top of the pod today though, and that helped the situation enormously. Cailin enjoys being able to see out. There was talk of getting her a kiddie leash. Sigh.

Supper was a breakfast affair involving eggs and toast. Then cleanup, bath, hockey and bed. Not necessarily in that order.

I'm not enjoying all this hockey. I can't wait til they toss the cup at a shaggy exhausted team and call it a day.