Good dentists are worth their weight in gold.
Which is pretty impressive, considering the awful experiences I had as a child and teen that caused me to hide from dentist's for over 7 years.
When I finally met with this dentist (he came recommended by 3 different people), I actually cried when telling him some of the stuff that had happened. He listened to me, addressed my concerns and every time he has to do something invasive checks with me multiple times to make sure I'm not overwhelmed.
This last weekend we put up baby gates because the child is now walking.
Tuesday morning my sleepy ass tripped over the little added step while walking up a stair (yes, a single stair).
Cut my hand open grabbing for the gate and bruised my knees badly on the wooden floor.
Knees have been fine until today when I'm climbing under desks dealing with cords and I'm really wishing I had knee pads.
Woke up from a dream where I was filling out paperwork to apply for the FBI.
Apparently they wanted to know my caffeine consumption and to check if I drank tea, coffee, or soda in the mornings.
Either dream FBI is way more thorough then the real thing or my brain was prepping me for the fact that I slept horribly last night and will probably need many sources of caffeine this morning.
I work, I sleep, I play games, and I keep a small human fed, housed and loved. Which means I don't really sleep.
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