I grind my teeth. Especially when I'm anxious.

I have dreams CONSTANTLY where my teeth are falling out in a variety of different circumstances, and I'm always so sure it's real that when I wake up I have mini panic attack until I realize they are still there, then I just want to cry with relief.
There are several things right now that are seriously endangering the safety of my teeth (both physical and metaphysical).
So for the sake of my teeth, let's hope that all these ridiculous worries are resolved expeditiously.
Only Five Things For Today:
1. Last night I did not have a teeth dream, but I did have a dream about the triple bunk bed my friend Katie used to have when she was young. It was awesome, I wish I had one for my kids.
2. Rousseau is the happiest kid I could have ever hoped for. It's retribution I suppose. It was by far the most miserable of my pregnancies.
3. I am craving Thai food like you wouldn't believe right now. Anyone want to go on a curry date with me? (I don't think Blair will go. He's not into anything that doesn't come out of a drive-thru window.)
4. Blair will be done with his student teach in
SIX DAYS5. iTunes Alphabetical adventure, Seventy Times 7 by Brand New. I remember so clearly screaming my guts out during this song while the guy who would become my future husband stood just a few feet behind me screaming his guts out.