Nine Days and Counting…

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Hi, I’m Krissy Mac and it’s been NINE days since my last blog post. (Hi Krissy Mac). This is the longest I’ve gone without writing since the launch of WNAN and no, I’m not proud of it.

Please take the following short quiz:

I haven’t written a new post in so long because:

A. I don’t have any pressing concerns about which I feel compelled to endlessly drone on and on.

B. My kids have not been particularly funny these past nine days. Or cute. Or well-behaved. But I’m sure that’s normal. (See A.)

C. I’ve been too busy doling out Benadryl and Zyrtec to various children at various times of the day. #MotherNatureCanBeARealBitch

D. Happy Dude’s not always happy anymore and I’m too sad to acknowledge it right now.

E. I’ve been spending a lot of time at the dentist’s office. Good times.

And while we’re on this topic, I have a question. If someone was able to invent a silencer for a GUN, isn’t it time we, as a society, do the same for a DENTAL DRILL? I mean, the whole dentist experience would be SO MUCH less unpleasant if you didn’t actually hear the power tool drilling holes inside your mouth.

Yes, I’ve tried headphones. It’s like putting a Buzz Lightyear Band-Aid on a bullet wound. You know I’m right.

I will happily contribute to the Kickstarter campaign for someone to get on this. You hear me, inventors? Dental. Drill. Silencer. GO.

F. Every time I revisit one of the 18 posts in my In Progress file, all I can say is, “Nope. No. Ugh, no. Not that one. Delete. That’s dumb. Nobody wants to read about that. Too sappy. Too repetitive. Too obvious. YIKES, you can’t share that. And no.”

G. I’ve been trying to write other stuff besides real life stories. You know, made-up, crappy stories. (Some might call this genre fiction, but they haven’t read my stuff. They would call my stuff made-up, crappy stories.)

I’m failing miserably, but it’s still taking up a good chunk of my allotted writing time. And God forbid, I take any time away from my Watch Bad TV time or even more importantly, my Read Cookbooks Even Though You Know You Won’t Cook Anything time to write for this blog. Um, priorities? Heard of them? 

H. I really feel like I’ve mastered this whole parenting thing and therefore, it’s time to close up shop.

I. All of the above except H. 

That’s right! It’s H!

Just kidding. It’s I.

 

So weird... I always wear my fake eyelashes to the dentist, too. Because I really want my dentist to focus on MY EYES.

So weird… I always wear my fake eyelashes to the dentist, too. Because I really want my dentist to focus on MY EYES.

PS. I’ll be back soon to discuss how tricky it is to balance the helicoptery-parent part of us with the part that wants to tell our kids to Suck It Up all the time.

PPS. I just Googled “Dentist Drill Silencer” and as it turns out, I’m not the first to think of this. I found a bunch of articles (including this one) about some technology that drowns out that hideous sound… but all the news is from 2011. WTF? Clearly, this is not the progress I’m looking for. My Kickstarter offer stands.

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