Just another magic Monday

It suddenly hit me today that I'm doing better at dealing with stress. I am laughing more.
Noah woke up screaming in pain over the volcano that was about to erupt in his mouth. Just behind the last molar, the smoking volcano lurked ready to spew forth pus or a tooth, but I couldn't tell which...so I sent him to school on ibuprophen with a note that said it was okay to give him another dose in the event I couldn't set up a dental appointment...and I went to work as usual...and didn't feel too bad about it.
I made the appointment. He has the best dentist anywhere. We've always been able to get in to see him, there has never, ever been a wait...not even for 5 minutes...even when I am 20 minutes early. I digress...
At work we have 50 million things going on. I could list them all out, but I don't have time for that...but there are 50 million things and now I have to leave early to get Noah to the volcanologist. And you'll never guess what happens...My bra breaks...and it is not just a little strappy problem, but the whole thing just splits in half...well in half on one side! So I have to go out to my car and rummage for a sweater on the most beautiful day yet. I actually was pretty certain I'd find another bra in there--you should see my car--but I came up empty handed. So I had to put on an extra sweater. Mondays make me smile.
I stopped home to change before I picked up Noah.  When I left the house, D. was trying to screw our cabinet/shelving system back into the wall in the kitchen because the whole thing was about to just fall off. I had the presence of mind to remove my favorite bowl from the loaded shelves before I left. I told him he could prop it up with a 2" x 4". I really wouldn't mind.
The dental appointment was smooth sailing. Dr. Huey and his office are wonderful. We are waiting on a 12 year old molar. Back at the office Jackie and I had been wondering if it was an early wisdom tooth. Shows how much I know.
Noah and I went back to the office. We had a 4-H meeting tonight. That's when Noah discovered the skink stuck on a glue trap that had been left for cockroaches. I freaked. It was still alive. I almost cried. Noah was determined to save it. It looked so pointless. My heart was racing. He just wanted it to be free before it died. He carefully lifted each tiny part, covering the glue with paper as he went along to keep it from re-sticking. It took a very long time. 'Lucky' is recuperating with us at home. Noah wants to make sure he is fit to take care of himself. We've raised alota lizards.  I love my boy. I am proud of him. He helped me make it through Monday, and that is a blessing all by itself. -Peace and Love, Krista