EVER FEEL LIKE YOU SPEND YOUR LIFE AT THE DENTIST?

So far this week I have visited my dental surgery three times. The first time was a check up for the kids, my youngest Katie who is seven was a bit nervous but we have a lovely dentist called Nish who is great with the kids and soon put her at ease. My oldest James who is twelve was fine and not at all worried. (side note) my mum also has Nish as her dentist and on her first visit to him asked him to prove he was old enough to be a dentist (he does have a very youthful face) so he showed her his certificates!

So that was all fine except Katie needed her back teeth coated as they were now through, so it was back the next day for a visit to the hygienist. All was going well until the hygienist tried to squirt the gel to coat Katies teeth and unfortunately too much shot out and instead of coating a tooth poor Katie had her tongue coated instead, but she was really brave and didn't flinch or cry and received two bratz stickers instead of the usual one.

Finally, it was my turn on Friday for a visit to the hygienist. Why do these people insist on asking you questions when you have your mouth wide open and filled with various instruments of torture. I have now taken to blinking furiously in the hope that they can work out what I mean from that.

So with my purse £80 lighter you'd think that was it for another 6 months, but sadly I have to see the dentist next Thursday for a replacement filling. I knew I should have just brought a sleeping bag!!!