Nothin' good to say. Had yet even more dental work done today. I am bitter and sore and cranky. When I got home, in tears because I was traumatized by the dentist, my husband followed me arround grilling me about how much this visit cost, what was done, how much more do I have to do. I was ready to throw him through a wall. Leave me alone. I don't want to talk, I just want to feel sorry for myself. So I came home, took the pain pill the dentist perscribed for me and put my boys down for a nap. I put a video on for Savannah and settled in to take a hot bath so today could just melt off of me and I might feel human again. But no, Savannah decided she needed to come in and supervise. She sat on the edge of the tub and yelled at me not to splash, sit down in the tub and to wash my hair. Apparently I am a tyrant. So much for relaxing.