I appreciated all the stories and fellow dentist-anxiety-ridden folks who decided to join in my pity party last week. I had a few people, some of whom are dentists (hi!) and hygienists write me and I assured them it was nothing personal. Nor do I disrespect their career choice. It's just. My mouth. Is wide open. For so long. And the tools. And the drilling. And ohmygaw cue anxiety.
I swear it's not personal. I wish I loved it. I mean, it's a break from mom life for a few hours. I wonder if they could start adding simultaneous manicures to the 'menu'? That would surely brighten up a dentist trip for me, just saying.
It's Monday. Also? Back to the dentist I go today. Yep. You can be thinking of me today, sending good dentist vibes, and also praying that I don't lash out in anxiety and fear in the chair at the poor guy. I was thinking last night...I wish I could do something while getting the work done. Play on my phone. Or watch a movie. Or heck, listen to music or something. Instead, you're forced to sit there and just watch, listen (oh.the.noises.), and feel each second slowly ticking by. It's kind of....inconvenient.
Crap. I'm talking about the dentist again.
In other news. This weekend Emeline turned TWO POINT FIVE! Half birthday! I now have a 2 1/2 year old. I could eat this age up with a spoon. It's really, really good about 95% of the time. Since I feel that way, I guess I'm doomed for age 3. But right now? I will enjoy age 2 1/2 because it's pretty darn good to us.
She's inquisitive. Hilarious. Sweet and charming. But you already know that.
I took a poll on Facebook the other day, literally, out of complete curiosity, asking couples with small children how often they try to get a "date" night. Like, a legit, leave-the-house, date. Doesn't mean it has to be fancy---just, alone, without kids. Even for an hour or two.
The answers were staggeringly different. They ranged from 2-4x a month (seriously, luckiest people ever), to maybe once a year. I realize answers vary based on a lot of things. Babysitters, mainly. If you have family close to you that are willing to watch your children. If it's in the budget, etc.
I was not, by any means, trying to passive-aggressively suggest people watch my kids. In fact, I feel guilty about people watching my children most the time. Okay, almost all the time. They're my responsibility. I worry a lot (not so much about Emeline anymore). But, I think I got 3 offers of people wanting to watch my kids after that---which is hilarious, and sweet. Seriously, that wasn't the purpose of that post AT ALL. But hey, kind of a nice result.
With that said, I am totally dying to get out alone with my husband. To dinner. Just us. For TOPS 2 hours (my boobs can't handle much more). We went out for the first time after Em was born when she was 6 weeks old. Lucy? Well, she's 3.5 months old and there's not been a date (without her) yet. So we are (over)due. I think we're gonna make it happen late this week sometime. I probably will look forward to those savory 2 hours until then. I love my kids, but I miss time with just my husband sometimes.
We've mastered the at-home date. Been there, done that. I just want someone to wait on me. Bring me food. And eat it in peace and quiet without the possibility of a kid waking up and needing to be held, that's all.
I want to gaze into my husbands eyes and....talk about our kids. Okay, not exactly--but the truth is that's what happens 75% of the time. (Don't lie, you know it happens to you.)
Okay, time to get this day rolling---and get this dentist thing over with. Hold me.