Yesterday, I took my kids to the dentist (cue sinister music). It actually started out fine. The dental assistant escorted each child back one by one. When the last one was called, the assistant turned to me, smiled and said, “You can stay in here, Mom. It’s okay. Relax.” Who knew the dentist’s office could provide a little “me” time? I began to sip my coffee and scroll through my phone, taking deep breaths of freedom. But then the vibe changed.