Happy Late Columbus Day

So, yesterday. Yesterday, I had a surprise root canal. I'm not making this up or exaggerating. I've been in pretty intense pain for about four days and finally got to the dentist to find out that what hurt so bad was actually death. So, all the times I said I hurt like death. I wasn't kidding.

I, however, wasn't dying. Just a nerve. So, there was lots of drilling and that uncomfortable scraping thing and then... Home I go. Or actually, work I go.

By the time I got home last night, around 8:00, I was about two hours past exhausted, achy, and ready to go to bed for a week.

I drove Brynna to the mailbox, which is the ultimate in end of the day laziness. (Look, it was dark and I didn't want to hear the whining.) There, of course, I remembered that it was Columbus Day.

I don't even know why that bothered me so much. So, I didn't get any mail. What was I expecting, anyway? But for some reason, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

So, I started grumbling about Columbus. And how he doesn't deserve a holiday. And all the horrible things he did. And I ended up telling Brynna about all of it. About the murder, cheating, stealing, forced slavery. The only thing I left out was the systematic rape. Because I had enough sense to remember I was talking to a nine year old.

But, yeah. Then, after a half hour of lecturing on the evil of Columbus and how history is written by the winners, I sent her to bed.

Wonder what they'll talk about in Social Studies today.

I should probably call a teacher and apologize.

But my tooth still hurts and I still didn't get enough sleep.