What on earth could be so terribly dramatic and horrible to warrant this sort of fear and melodratic prose?
The freakin dentist.
Every time I go to the dentist it is the same story: I need a bunch of fillings.
All my teeth (except the front ones without craters in the middle) have been filled at least once, most of them have had the first filling drilled out and a second one put in, and one in particular- the little guy we were dealing with today- has been filled 3 times in the past 5 years of marriage.
Pathetic, I know.
All distugusting and boring tooth details aside, it is absurd how much I dread the dental chair. Moreso than labor, a c-section, being pooped, peed or vomited on, anything- give me anything but the dentist!
But today it all came into focus when I woke up feeling exhausted, realized that our food supplies were dwindling and I would need to take a solo trip to the store, with all 3 girls. Then Bernadette woke up feeling sick and would not stop complaining about her stomach hurting. I tried to put that out of my mind and we went to the store for what felt like the longest grocery trip in history and upon returning home realized that Bernadette indeed has some sort of bug. Great.
I unloaded the groceries while trying to keep the saddest, most tired, teething and probably sick, baby in the world happy, only pausing to change a BOMB of a diaper (courtesy of whatever bug Bernadette picked up from some kind soul) and clean the the various areas of the house it had encountered, then change the soiled outfit.
The day goes on as usual: feed the kids, change more diapers, try like heck to get Lucy to sleep, fail, try again, take them outside, change more diapers, clean them off, feed them again, play with them, read to them, take them to the potty, change more diapers, finally get the baby to sleep and then lay on the couch feeling damn near lifeless because I am so exhausted from the work and toil that is the simple day to day life.
Then I go to the dentist and realize what a complete idiot I was for dreading it so much.
Sure, it sucks that they greeted me by poking me with that extra long needle that takes forever to empty into the gums and stings even more as the medicine goes in than when they poked me. Then they tell me that there are "just a couple more pokes" until they're done.
And it was rough that they numbed me so thoroughly that my jaw locked and couldn't open more than an inch so they had to put some wedge in to keep it open. It did a great job at keeping my mouth open and at digging into my UNnumbed gums on the other side.
It's legit that I don't enjoy having my teeth drilled for 30 straight minutes while the remnants of the old filling fly down my throat causing the assistant to desperately try to suction them out (from down my throat).
And it did stink that they had to "carve" at my filling for like 45 extra minutes while my jaw stayed in it's locked position with the gum-cutter-inner things on the other side of your mouth.
But in the end I left feeling energized. Because no matter how much all of that stuff sucked, it was nothing compared to what I do every. single. day.
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And I got to watch cash cab. So, win win.
In summation: the dentist sucks, but being a mom is harder.