I hate it.
In January, I start to think about it coming.
Go check the appointment card on the fridge....March.
In February, we get a reminder card from them. Roy looks at it, "We have dental appointments?"
He shrugs and walks off....he's not concerned.
Mid-February, my mouth hurts. I'll go check the appointment card.
Appointment is in 2 weeks.
Tell Roy, we have a dental appointment.
He shrugs and walks off....he's not concerned...not one bit.
On Sunday evening, I go over the weekly schedule with him....birthdays, grocery trips, and appointments.
"On Thursday we have a dental appointment."
He's not an idiot. He just doesn't concern himself with minor details.
It's not huntin'.
It's not food.
It's not sex.
So it's not something that concerns him.
Monday, over lunch, "Honey, we have a dental appointment on Thursday.
"In the morning."
"Okay." This is when it starts to sink into his brain.
Tuesday on the way to gym, "Honey, we have a dental appointment on Thursday at 10:30. You need to think about how to fit the gym in that day."
He'll have something to think about while walkin' on the treadmill.
Wednesday at 6:00Pm, He says to me, "We have a dental appointment tomorrow. What time to you want me to set the alarm?"
"What time do you want to go to the gym?"
"Set the alarm for 8:30."
Plan A has been formed.
"Honey, do you want to make up a PlanB?"
He looked at me like I was crazy!! "We don't need PlanB!"
At about 2Am Thursday morning, PlanB was being formed!