So I’m here with my tiny little 5 year old baby at the mother fucking dentist.
Those of you who know how this brain works, know that my blood pressure sky rockets when I drive past this place, let alone being inside an office watching this awful process happen on my tiniest little precious lovely #2.
I want to bash their faces in. I want to pull the sharp silver daggers out of their hands and drive them into their eyeballs. I want to smash the stupid, calming, lava lamp into the awful flower paintings on the wall.
I can’t look. My eyes well up a little.
But just like that, it’s over…and she’s fine…and I can breathe again. My cold, clammy hands can allow blood back in. Thankfully I didn’t have to flip over tables and break windows.