I’m accepting gold stars for making myself go to my canceled, rescheduled, canceled, rescheduled dentist appointment today.

I really didn’t want to go. My day was already a day. Plus it’s a new dentist since my dentist retired and he’s’ nice enough but he’s not my dentist. I mean, he’s my dentist, but he’s not . . . My dentist. Just my new dentist.

My new dentist asked me what I teach, and then he threw me off. He asked me if I was Pennsylvania born and bred, and then, get this, he said “Oh, great! And you’re still working?”

Um. Do I look like I’m retired? How old do you think I am?

It was a long day, that’s all. I might be in my pajamas because it was pajama day at school today, but I’m not retired! It’s the kind of day it’s been. I’m just plain tired.

Speaking of planes.

My son is on one flying to Zurich after being stuck in Philadelphia since yesterday. Then he’s off to Spain.

So maybe I’m a little on edge.

I apologized to my student teacher today, I explained I was feeling the anxiety creep in. He said, “I can tell,” with raised eyebrows.

Cool, cool, cool.

It’s the kind of day it’s been.

But, it was pajama day which I fully support. (Suggestion: Maybe once a week would be appropriate.)

Lucky for me, I got to go to the dentist today, in my pajamas, with my anxiety. That’s sarcastic luck, friends. It’s the kind of day it’s been.

The hygienist, making conversation, as they do, said “Oh when my son, he’s 19 now, a few years ago he convinced me to watch Sweet Magnolias. Have you watched that? It’s a really sweet show about a group of women who are there for each other through all the ups and downs of life. The little town they live in is just full of people looking out for each other.”

I laughed, even though her hands were in my mouth, and she took a break, as they do, so I could respond.

“Well I guess there are different kinds of teenage sons,” I started, “because my 18 year old son, a few years ago, he convinced me to watch Breaking Bad. I feel like that might be the opposite kind of show.”

She asked me if it was a good show, and what it was about. I told her the basics, and then said, “it’s actually a really great show once you get past the episode where they have to get rid of the body with the acid. And you have to be okay with the violence and the drugs and the language.”

“Oh, so just those things to get past?” She said, and we laughed.

I don’t think we talked much after that. It’s the kind of day it’s been.

But, when I was leaving she said, “Breaking Bad? I’m going to try it.” The hygienist in the next room looked out at us and said, “Breaking Bad? Are you corrupting Renee?”

I am. It’s the kind of day it’s been.

Wait until I tell her about Better Call Saul.