The Dentist

I despise going to the dentist. I am sure you all can imagine why.

First of all the hideousness of the pain, the sound of the drill, the smell, and above all else the nervousness leading up to it. YUCK!!!! I don't wanna go. I feel and sound like my 6 year old daughter when it's Monday morning.

I come up with every excuse in the book. My foot itches, I have a sniffle what if I can't breathe through my nose and I drown, Jack looks like he needs hims Momma, and so on. Jason said, "YOU ARE GOING!" Much like I do on those silly Monday mornings.

Side note~I love him for that. Constantly pushing me toward the right thing. In the past week he has guided me through some stuff. Picked me up after a pretty hideous gut punch. Encouraged me though some stress induced panic, been the best friend I know will never fail me, and loved me when I felt unlovable.

So it is with great dragging of feet and gnashing of teeth (HAHA) that I trudge on to the dentist this morning. Dr. Marra if you are reading this, nothing personal you are a very nice guy. I pray for God's peace to get me through and for His mercy on my poor gums.

Yeah yeah I'm going. Get off my back. Blogging is legit it's not a procrastination tool. (Most of the time.)