I have to go to the dentist today.
I hate the dentist. Not just my particular, current dentist, but all dentists. Not the people themselves, just their professions.
I know it goes way back to childhood. I had some horrid dentist coupled with some bad genetics. I had lots of cavities and they would fill them all at once in a tiny room with lots of adults and drills and shots. I remember fear and pain. And shots.
And so I'm an awful mom. My memories of the dentist get in the way of my own kiddos. I hate taking them. And I've even put off appointments. I'm passing along my phobia. (And it's not generational--my mom loves going to the dentist. But then she's had very few problems.)
Actually, I've been very lucky. Cavities as a child, now some wear at the gumline that hurts. No root canals, no crowns. Very lucky.
I hope I'm as lucky today.
But I still hate going.