It was only 9am, and it was already a bad day. Bad orthodontic news. I had planned to enter 2009 free of orthodontia, but it was not to be. Throw in the holiday crazy, and I found myself more than just a little weepy.
Thank goodness for Marlo and Nancy who met us for a playdate, even though we were really late and extra grouchy. And we left Nancy's house in shambles due to an incoming ice storm and already storming children.
And a big hooray for Tom, who drove the kids in circles as my appointment lasted far longer than expected, and nodded sympathetically as I ranted and threw my arms in the air.
When I arrived home from the playdate, there were flowers and Indian food. The black cloud over my head made me forget to take a picture upon arrival, so you'll have to make do with the picture of the leftovers. There was another container of rice that said "I love you."
Bad day gone good.