I have horrible teeth. There I said it! Part from genetics and part (may or may not) be due to poor dental hygiene when I was younger. But I’m not pointing fingers. 😉 Needless to say, I suffer from a rare but usual form of dental appointment anxiety (DAA). Look it up, it may actually exist. Bottom line, I don’t enjoy the dentist…at all. Pregnancy also did a horrific number on my teeth as well. I’m not even sure my teeth would survive another pregnancy at this point. We’re talking like 8-12 cavities and a root canal, I’ve blocked out the exact number to save my sanity.
Before my son was even born, I always heard how hard the terrible two’s were. His first year was hard, really hard. It was a struggle and the greatest learning experience I could/would ever encounter, and I’m sure other parents would agree. Fast forward to the terrible two’s…yep, they were terrible! Then I heard these whisperings of three being worse. Wait…what?? I thought after two, this whole parenting thing would be easy peasy. Ha! Boy was I wrong! With each new amazing developmental hurdle he accomplished that made my life more enjoyable, easier if you will, also came new challenges. Kids are born smart. Smarter than us parents! They are born knowing exactly which buttons to push to really irritate us.