I don't think it's supposed to. It didn't used to. But the last two fillings (both replacements for ones I knocked out while flossing--I have horrible teeth, but good gums, so I guess that's something) have made me downright bizarre the rest of the day. Maybe it's some new derivative of the -caine family. And let me tell ya, getting two shots into your lingual nerve is no picnic.
I came home and went to couch. Maeve played. Sophia came home (my mom picked her up), went and played at a neighbor's. Maeve took a nap. I took a nap. Now I'm ready to go to bed.
I've said it before, and this won't be the last time: I pray the girls get Mike's teeth and my eyes. It would make their lives a lot easier and be a lot cheaper.