How do you get children to enjoy, LOVE, or heck, even just LIKE, brushing their teeth?
I’ve Been all over the internet trying to find ways to excite my toddler, well, all of my children really, to brush their teeth!!!
My youngest turned 4 on 2/21 – she HATES brushing her teeth, I don’t know if it’s the act itself, or, if shes just lazy. I think it’s the latter, because she doesn’t always mind it in the morning, even at night sometimes she doesn’t mind. It’s really just getting her in the bathroom to do it that is the issue/ struggle. Once she or I start brushing them, shes usually fine.
Check this. Yep. Judge me. I did this.
One night last week, as all the kids took turns brushing their teeth, I called on Lu, only to find that she was in her P.J’S , all tucked in, ( In MY bed), and claiming how she was just way too tiered to even move.
So her dad came in, and told her he would help her, blah blah blah, etc etc. I know how this goes. It’s all too familiar. I had a headache and just did not want to go through this, again. What is this I speak of? Let me tell you. It’s, the screaming, the tears, the kicking, the crying, the screaming, the shrieking, the whole neighborhood probably thinking someone is being held captive against their will and being tortured. I was too tiered myself.
So I nicely asked her if she would let me brush her teeth right here, right now. She pleasantly agreed.
So yes, I got her toothbrush, put a strip of toothpaste on the bristles, grabbed 2 cups, a bottle of water & mouth wash, and I proceeded to my bedroom, to brush my 3 year olds teeth.
She loved it. It was fine. Whatever. Spoiled children. I know. i KNOW.
Since that night, she has not let me do it that way again. She has however been brushing/ letting us brush, with minimal struggle, but its very wishy-washy, I never know whether shes going to want to or not. I’ve tried everything. Her siblings helping, making it fun, making it a game, being forceful, not being forceful, ugh, I don’t know. We will get through it somehow or another I’m sure of it.
So how about you? Have you had/ do you have, a child who completely detests brushing their teeth? Who just WON’T do it sometimes? Most times? What did you do to help them?
Share your stories here with us/me PLEASE!! 🙂
Am I alone? Is my child the only child who hates brushing their teeth? Is my child going to be toothless before she even goes to prom? I’m joking- but really though. Tell me I’m not alone?
In times like these, we are supposed to come together as a community. We are supposed to have each others backs. It takes a village, and right now, even more than just that. Lets make a difference today.
It was true. He is gone. Rob is gone. He left behind his family, his friends. He left behind my darling friend Alex, and their 2 beautiful babies, Mila & Sean, only 3 & 4 years old. Tonight, 2/18/21 is his wake. Tomorrow he will be laid to rest, next to his father, who passed away when Rob was a kid. Its tragic.
The whole thing, is Tragic. Our Birthday will never be the same. Rob and his twin brother and myself shared a birthday. I can’t imagine Rich’s pain. I wish I could do more, but I have been trying to keep a healthy distance, for everyone.
Its fine. I can do it silently.
So, I made a meal train for her and the kids for the next few days / weeks, whatever I can cover. I cannot do it alone, as much as I truly wish I could. I’d like to ask my followers a favor. Please.
Alex also has a Go-Fund me , as she had to leave her job, to be with her children during this time. She is now to raise her and Rob’s children, without him, alone. This is new, its a fresh wound. A deep deep wound that will scar us forever. She has to navigate for herself, and her children, through this new, unwanted world of theirs.
Please help me by clicking this link here, or below, and, if you aren’t close enough to take part in the meal train, please consider sending a door dash or grub hub gift card through the meal train link. It is so simple and easy, and yet it will truly go such a long way. Even $15, on a door dash card, so that she can focus more on getting herself and her babies though the next few days, especially.
Calling a local-to-her, Pizza joint and ordering her and her 2 kids a couple pizzas, or chicken finger dinners, anything.. simple, easy, cheap – it goes such a long way. Please, consider helping me to help her and those babies this week.
Please reach out with any questions & thank you all in advance <3
There are a few people I would follow to the end of the world. Would, would have. Some I loved for longer, much much longer than others. They are falling off the face of the Earth.One by One. Every so often. Lovers. Best friends. Friends. Family. Lovers. Lovers…. Loves.
For years and years this has gone on. One at a time. It keeps getting closer though. Closer and closer. Little by little. Slow by slow.
I would have followed them. I would have , but I can’t. Someday, one day, we will meet again.
I don’t know exactly what it is with us. Was. What it was, with us. I just don’t know exactly what it was about us. There was something though. Something. A connection of some type, much different than any other.
A cosmic connection, or magnetic forces.. something always brought us back to one another. Even if we never really were.We were not ever an us – but we were always us.
I knew it before I even had the slightest thought of it. I knew it before I ever really even knew it. I felt it. That sounds so strange, even reading it back to myself. It sounds like a narrated script read aloud in the very first scene of a sad movie. It sounds so scripted. So fictional. It isn’t though, it’s real life, and real thoughts. I’m just writing them as they come.
I’ve lost some of the most important friendships and relationships in my life, to drugs, and death. Drugs always ultimately result in death. Period. Note that. Save that. Highlight it. Remember it and never ever forget it. It is nothing but the truth.
Early on in my first attempts at recovery, I was always taught that; Relapse is a part of the process, it is a part of your recovery. You must fall to get back up stronger. You need to fail to know what it feels like, to always remember.
It was something that was said by lots of people, in lots of places. Recovery specialists in programs, counselors, therapists both inpatient and outpatient, long time recovering addicts in the rooms of AA & NA, C.O’s and or fellow addicts in prisons, or institutions. It was the nice way to react when someone was feeling bad about themselves for relapsing. When someone who had been clean for some X amount of time had a slip up, and continuously beat themselves up for it. Of course,that won’t help them, but will it? Whether they had 10 years clean, 10 months clean, or 10 days clean, “relapsing is a part of recovery.” I can still hear some of the voices that I’ve heard… saying the words. It’s almost haunting.
I’ve come to conclude that, that does not have to be the case, and it should not be said as such. We need to find a better response to say to a recovering addict who has just slipped up. Telling themus, that it is all a part of the process, and that relapses are supposed to happen, just isn’t always going to be okayanymore. I don’t think so at all. Yes, our personal failures, slips, falls, and relapses, are in fact, for sure a part of our process, but it is not a part of the actual process.
You do not have to relapse to hold onto your sobriety.
My why. Why do I believe this so strongly? Well,my friends.They are why. The people I’ve loved. They are why. The people I thought I would have in my life for all of my life, that is why. They are why.
Their relapses were all a part of their recovery process. Their Relapses were a part of their recovery process??Their Path to recovery? One would get clean one way or another, stay clean for however long, relapse, or not, and start all over again. Right? That’s what I’ve always done. I go back to what I know. I have a go-to plan. I’ve always followed the same steps that I know I need to follow, that I know will get me back to where I needed to be.
Luckily, in the meantime, in the learning /process to my recovery, I did not die. By the Grace Of God, I did not yet die.
My people though. They relapse, and they die.
Now, they are forever sober. However, they did not leave in that way. Their relapse, the ‘part of their process’ to recovery, got them dead. It took away their lives and their chance at ever working the process again. It took away everything. The relapse that is a part of their recovery, killed them.
This is why I believe that we need to stop telling addicts that it is okay to relapse. Because it is not okay. It is not safe.
Forever in their 30’s. Forever your age. Forever Clean & Sober. Forever Loved and missed. Forever, may you rest peacefully, every single one of you.
I think she is going to kill me. Her or him.. I do not know anymore. I don’t even know the difference between the 2 of them anymore unless we are face to face, which does not ever happen anymore. They are keyboard warriors.
I do not even F@#$ with them. They have to stay f@#$ing with me though. Always. Randomly. They pop up.
I hear footsteps, crunching in the solid, hardened, snow. Do they not realize that I can hear? The only other sounds to be heard was my wind chimes. Lots, and lots of beautiful, whimsical, wind chimes.
A neighbor comes out for her bedtime smoke. The door creaks, she coughs, the footsteps go silent, but still, there is something, someone, wrestling in and with the bushes.
The neighbor to the left pulls up into their driveway, loudest car ever. Headlights shining directly into the restless bushes.
Someone is over there.Someone is listening, well, watching. Waiting.
I stay put for as long as my soft, sensitive skin will allow in this type of weather. I am right here.
Two of the cameras have picked up slight movement, with some noises, voices, what are they saying? What do they want from me?
I get a notification, a facebook messenger kind. It’s them. His facebook, but I cannot determine which one of them it is hiding behind their phones, their texts, talk to texts that make no sense at all, their her illiterate writing skills. I think its her. It has to be her. She is very insecure.
That is why the messages I’m receiving are vicious , mean, down right hateful and nasty. It’s her.
She is watching closely…. yet says I am the one looking for their chaos. No, no… I am not seeking your bullshit, however – I am aware.
I am very aware. I am sure to know, whatever I need to know. I will not act. I will wait.
Waiting is what I’ve been doing. Watching, waiting. A year of wasted energy and time… actually, 2 years now? Wow. What a waste.
I wish they would do well. I wish they would get right. I wish they would leave me alone. I’d do anything to get that poor man away from that demon of a woman. She is crack.Her life is that exactly.
His never was. Shes got to go.
Not my business anymore, just sad. Regardless, leave me alone. I am an adult. A grown women who wakes up every single morning to raise a family. Something she is not familiar with. I think to her, responsibility, life, etc… is just a figment of imagination. She does not believe people can be normal.
That’s fine. Live and Let Live, RIGHT?
I may be a mother, an adult, a women, but I will do whatever it takes to protect myself and my family.
Okay, so I’ve spent a lot more time than I’d like to admit, binge watching Netflix. Especially during this pandemic?! Idk what I’d have done without it?!!! Lost my mind maybe? Interacted more with others? lol idk. whatevs.
So I’m currently watching… “Sweet Home” , a South Korean comedy/drama/ post-apocalyptic, based on a Webtoon comic with the same name, created by Kim Carnby & Hwang Young-Chan. Damn, is this shit gory or what?!? I thought that “Death of Me”, was bad, this is just downright chaos. It reminds me of something like… “The Goonies”, maybe crossed with some other Monster movie or series filmed pre – super technology days. The way these monsters and creatures move just seriously creeps me out. It’s like… the word, “Slytherin”. That is what they remind me of. Just the word though, not what the word means.
POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERTS FOR NETFLIX’S ‘DEATH OF ME’
I’m currently watching “Death Of Me” On ; ‘Netflix’. It’s pretty f$#k-y to say the least. ” Island Magic” “Nam mun prai” This shit is crazy!!
Finished up “Glitch” and Netflix suggested I watch this. Almost as gruesome, if not more, as “The Cell” from 2000. The guts, intestines. Pulling.. squirming. cracking… ugh. Ya know what though? Her braid somehow manages to stay fucking perfect throughout. Well… I’m currently exactly 1 hour, 15 minutes and 9 seconds in… and her braid is completely perfect.
I should be playing with one of my many children. I’m going to miss it. I’m in it and I’m missing it. I’m not doing anything to change it.
Wow. WTAF did I just watch? I can’t even with this.
Go watch it, right now. Go ahead. It’s fuckey for sure, but in like, a good, interesting way.
Here, let me give you ANOTHER SPOILER ALERT.... JUST INCASE – I SPOIL.
Now, Netflix has suggested that I watch “Can’t Cope Won’t Cope” , and….WHOA!! It was actually more of a forceful suggestion, nevertheless. It started playing it for me like… almost immediately after friggin ‘Death of me’ , talk about 1 extreme to the next!! Ah I’m all over the place here!
So, just to double back real quick, I’m talking about 3 different shows/movie’s streamed on Netflix;
Death of me
Cant cope won’t cope
So, if you’ve not seen any of the 3, I suggest you exit this article now!
Glitch ( 3 seasons, 18 total episodes) is an Australian television programme which premiered on 9 July 2015 on ABC ( Later onto Netflix) . The series is set in the fictional country town of Yoorana, Victoria, and follows 7 people whom are originally from there, and died there, who return from the dead in perfect health but with no memory.
Death of Me is a 2020 Film. As I stated, gruesome, nasty, violent, yet satisfying.
Vacationing on an island off the coast of Thailand, couple Neil and Christine awake hungover.. and with absolutely no recollection of the previous night. When trying to board the Ferry to get home, they realize that at least one of them is missing their wallets, phone, money, and neither of them can find their passports, therefore they are unable to board. When arriving back at the AIRBNB they had just checked out of, Neil begins searching his phone for any clues to what had gone on the night before, where they could have left their stuff, or what could have happened. He comes across a 2.5 + hour long video that the couple had recorded on the mystery night in question. As they watch it, they witness what looks to be, the total IMPOSSIBLE. Now they NEED answers, and they NEED to get home! They spend the rest of the movie searching the Thai Island for hints, clues, and or answers to what had happened the night before. It isn’t very pretty.
Now, this movie was for sure interesting, it kept my interest for most of the time, but also, it confused the heck out of me more than a handful of times! I kept thinking it was about to end, I sat here saying..
HAH! I kept checking the timing to be sure, only to see there was still X amount of time left. So I continued watching, waiting for the all knowing part to come. The part where everything is laid out right there and it suddenly all comes together, and it all makes sense! Well, yeah, that never really happened. It did, sort of, like, it did start to explain things, the way it was, why it was happening, little bits and pieces of information… but then something came out of left field! I was thrown waaaaay off course, and back to square 1 basically haha! The ending didn’t really give me the answers I was hoping for, but hey… it’s a movie? It really isn’t bad, its a decent watch, I guess it just depends on you. So if you haven’t seen it yet, go check out ” Death Of Me” On Netflix and let me know your thoughts!!
Did the ending answer your questions?
Did you think it was as Gory as ” The Cell” ?
What are you the most confused about?
What do you know now that you didn’t even think of?
Stuff like that! Oh, here is a cool little bit of FYI- The couple ends up telling us that they are from Boston, Massachusetts, which I think is pretty awesome, andddd the entire movie was filmed in Thailand.. so very beautiful, and oh So cool!
Can’t Cope, Won’t Cope is an Irishcomedy-drama television series, about 2 twenty-something year old friends, Danielle, and Aisling, from Mallow, County Cork, who share a house in Dublin. Aisling is a fund manager, Danielle is an art student who is trying to find her calling. Both women are complete party animals, who love to dance, day and night drink and just have a good time! The series shows a glimpse of what the life of a real twenty-something, might be like, especially for those of us who had not yet matured, or ever had to face any type of consequences, or adversary in our lives. It is real, it is raw, it is good, and it is over :[. The writer of the series announced in August of 2018 that there would not be a season 3, as she had not even expected or planned for the show to go beyond 1 season. That’s too bad because it was definitely a fantastically written, wonderfully produced, and amazingly cast series.
After doing a little bit of research on the show, it didn’t take long for me to learn that the 33 year old actress who played Danielle, Danika Nika McGuigan , had passed away in July 2019, after a short battle with cancer. Awful. Heart Breaking. So young, such talent. :'[
Although there are only 12 episodes in the series entirety, I strongly recommend heading over to Netflix and watching it. Hey, 12 episodes? That should be easy, gives all the more reason to Binge watch it now! :]
Please don’t let what I believe to be true, be the real Truth.
Please be okay.Please be here still. Here on this Plane, in this universe somewhere, grounded. On dry land, on shore.
Please don’t be what I think it is. Please.
I hope it’s something simple. Simple, no that’s not the word… but just anything,anything other than what I’m starting to believe.
I am aware that everyone has a sobriety date, or at least,everyone will. Though they are not all etched in stone, some very much are. Some proudly display their sobriety date on their facebook and IG walls, while others have it literally engraved in their stone, their headstone. Then there’s the people, who end up back stuck in the middle, ( many of us ) – or just – straight still in the middle BEEN in between, never left. The ones that happen to slip & fall, Sh$# that’s a bad hit. A bad feeling, I know it all too well. It happens to the best of us, but not all of us make it back from that slip and fall. That’s the worst part about relapse.
That’s why we are always in recovery. Always trying to stay clean.
Birth Dates, Sobriety Dates, Anniversary Dates, and Death dates, all seem to eventually add up. They all end up with multiple meanings, to multiple people, there’s billions of us. When we share such dates though, is when the meaning is given, therefore it serves purpose. Many purposes. Sharing a sobrietydate with a loved ones birth date. Sharing a Birth date with a loved ones death date. Sharing these days is what makes them special to us. Not the way they are written or where, or why.
I share my birth date with someone that I’ve loved. I share my sobriety date with someone else that I’ve loved, it was their Birth date, when they were still on this plane. It’s why I hold it so closely.
I share the date of the first time I gave birth, with a friend I love, except it was the last date she gave birth. Our daughters share their Birth Date. Which is also, the day of my grandfather’s Birth Date, not year, of course. My anniversary Date has been the same date, in 2 very long term relationships. Another child of mine’s Birth date, another date that I gave birth, is shared with Halloween.
There are so many dates I remember for so many reasons, yet half the time I cannot even remember where I left my keys!