My trip to the dentist today was very relaxing.
Normally, I don’t like the dentist. Not in the least. And especially not when facing a language barrier, like when I had a root canal in Germany.
But after 6 days alone with a toddler while Dave was on a road trip to Hokkaido my standards have been lowered.
Having to change out of my shoes and into slippers at the door when I arrived made it feel spa-like.
The 10 minutes I spent reading my Kindle in the lobby was so peaceful.
The 5 minutes I waited after being escorted to the reclined dentist chair was meditative.
The 12 minutes spent having communication issues with the dental assistant was entertaining.
The drive home, with music blasting, going slow and hoping for red lights, was a holiday.