This morning I rose at the crack of dawn (not really, but 6:15 is early for me to get out of bed) showered, dressed, put on some makeup to hide the rings under my eyes, and drank a cup of coffee (curses on my husband for addicting me to the vile brew). And then before the children were even awake (except for the one I had to wake up to relieve a little pressure), I drove off to the dentist for my seven o'clock appointment.

Except when I got there the receptionist looked at me funny and asked what my name was. An odd thing to happen in a little dentist's office where everyone usually knows you -- even if this receptionist has only seen me once before. I gave my name and then as she began to tell me that I wasn't on that day's chart, I suddenly realized that I was a week off. They'd called several weeks ago to change my appointment and I'd marked it on the calendar, but somehow I'd managed to jump a week ahead in June, so even though I knew my appointment was June 21 and I'd just been writing June 13 on things yesterday, I was absolutely positive that I knew when I was supposed to be at the dentist.

No, I'm really such an eager beaver that I just wanted to get my teeth cleaned a week early. Not. But due to a cancellation they'd had, they actually had time for me, so I did get it over with and I won't have to wake up early, drag myself out of bed, and repeat the whole process next Tuesday. And the best part is that I didn't have any cavities.

The bad news is that getting up that early has left me in an all day stupor and helped contribute to a wicked migraine that sprang from nowhere leaving me practically ready to remove my head and that is only now getting better with doses of ibuprofen and caffeine.