Yesterday, I realized that I had a very sick joy in taking all of my children to the dentist. At first, I was dreading it, then I realized that ALL FOUR of them would be back in the dentist’s office, and I would get to sit in the waiting room quietly and read for a long, long time! Even though my poor babies were being poked and prodded, I was nice and relaxed, reading, and hoping that the doctor was very slow.

In the end, they all have to go back tomorrow for additional work. Initially, I was good with that, too, because I thought I’d gotten another free pass in the waiting room. This time, though, the dentist will only take two back at a time. And…she’ll take one girl and one boy, which means I’ll have a chatty cathy with me at all times. Kitty and Jia will both get happy gas so I’m thinking that when they’re all done, and I’m getting my teeth cleaned, I may ask for some happy gas, too!

I love my kids, and I could never torture them intentionally, but they have to go to the dentist. If while they’re there, they’re a little uncomfortable, and I’m a lot comfortable, well, that’s just the way it works out those couple of days a year!! See, sick joy?