I Declare Bullshit!

I'm 33. I had a root canal about a year ago and I need another. I have extreme anxiety associated with the dentist after my crown experience. I still can't quite believe it. Every time I get my teeth cleaned I get complimented on how great everything looks and how little cleaning the hygienist needs to do. I need somebody or something to blame for this. Everything has an explanation right?
At least I have the answer finally to all the jaw pain I've been experiencing. Chronic pain can really decrease your enjoyment of everyday life and decrease your ability to deal with children bickering with each other. I'm not proud of my inability to handle even the smallest fights amongst the children over the last few weeks. There has been much yelling and crying on my part, which is really embarrassing now that I can think forward to a time when each day won't be filled with unexplainable pain.

On a happier note, I pulled a door stop out of the washing machine today. One of my kids apparently snuck a doorstop into their pocket. Watch your valuables and not so valuables when my kids are around. They love to sneak little bits of this and that. Now to figure out where they found it.

I'm not always a terrible parent. I taught the girl scout troop how to finger knit. I also taught my three to practice before I took my show before the scouts. Everyone loved it. The girls really got into it. My kids are still making scarves and belts and headbands. Yay for being crafty.