Friends, today is the day. I am going to the dentist for the first time in, well, an embarrassingly long amount of time that I am choosing not to disclose.
Mainly so that I can keep up the charade I have going of being a responsible adult, who, you know, takes care of her own business.
Moving on.
Today is one of those days that I am really glad Evelyn can't quite understand what Momma is talking about, because I would be setting a very bad example. I know these days are waning, so I am thoroughly enjoying my ability to whine and complain about this appointment today like the 12 year old girl I once was. (Who, mind you, didn't mind going to the dentist at all.)
I know, you should go to the dentist, and prevention and blah. And I promise that this is the beginning of MUCH more regular visits as I strive to be a shining example for my kiddos of what a responsible grown up looks like, that taking care of yourself is important, etc.
But still.
I don't have to like it.
Harumph.
Evelyn Rae is twelve months old
...and one of her favorite things in the world is to have her teeth brushed. All six of em.
Ahhh this is so me. I just made an appointment for August and I will also not reveal how long it's been. How did it go? I'm so nervous about it! Ha!
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