your child come home from school with the lice letter? Don’t worry. We’ll get
you through this! In fact, eliminating a lice infestation is a lot less
dramatic than you probably think. Why? Because all you need to do to rid your
child’s head of lice and nits (lice eggs) is to physically remove them with the
wet combing method.
you visit the lice removal aisle at the store, you’ll see many products that
claim to kill lice. And they do! But they don’t kill nits, and that’s why they
don’t work. Nits are lice eggs and as long as they remain on the head, they
will continue to hatch and produce more lice. That’s why physically removing
the nits from the head with the wet combing method is the only way to eliminate
a lice infestation!
what you need to say goodbye to lice and nits once-and-for-all:
All too often, parenting blog posts start with some type of statement; from the author, on how they’re failing as a parent, or how they are failing their kids, or how they’re just not cut out for this parenting thing. Look no further than my catalog of post over the past 7 years.
To say I’ve grown tired of that mentality, and constant trip to the old well of self-deprecation for cheap laughs, would be putting it lightly.
I’m a damn good father, and not just by the lame/tired societal standard that all you have to do to be a good dad, is not abandon your kids. I kill it at being a dad. And one of the ways I do that, is by showing my kids that I’m flawed, just like them. I make poor decisions all the time…again, look no further than my catalog of writing.
Most of those who fish as a hobby know just how relaxing it can be. Sitting there on the golden banks of a beautiful riverbed, watching the sun and clouds trail across the sky, getting to breathe pure fresh air and sitting in silence can be as freeing a feeling as you might ever feel. In fact, fishing is such a great hobby that you needn’t actually catch anything for a day spent practicing it to still feel worthwhile and healthy. Perhaps catching and throwing back your haul is something that you’re happy to do, or a lucky catch can lead to a great mealtime for your family, if properly preserved.
But if you feel as though your fishing interest is getting a little repetitive, you needn’t consign yourself to this routine. It’s possible to explore new routes of fishing, or to add little additions that make all the difference in the long term.This can be achieved in a range of formats, so let us explore what those might be:
Being a Dad in the modern world is one of the most rewarding things I’ve done. And since becoming a single parent, it’s become even more important to make the most of the time I spend with my kids. This means, I have had to seriously step up my planning game, as well as my level of being engaged. I dare say, getting divorced has actually helped me become a better father.
Bonding with your children is one of the most important things you can do, and it is so rewarding when it comes to developing the bond through shared interests, and fun activities. This is why parents need to make sure they do as much as they can to come up with great bonding ideas for spending time with their kids.
Look, I get it; hanging out with your kids isn’t always tops on your list of, “Fun Ideas for the Weekend.” And, I get there are days you just don’t have it to deal with them, but when I say, “Do as much as possible;” I’m honestly saying to just take a few minutes to cater your time together more towards them. It will make hanging out with your kids; at the very least…bearable.
Here are three ideas I have used to improve my bonding time with my kids, and make sure the times I’m with them are a bit less whining about being bored, and a little more enjoyable.
“Love Many; trust few, and always paddle your own canoe.” ~ Unknown
The last year and a half has been; in a word, difficult. I’ve spent more time feeling down than feeling up. I’ve found myself in countless situations that I would have never imagined, on my worst day, that I put myself in.
I’ve invested in the wrong people, and invested little to none in myself. I’ve allowed people to take advantage of me; abuse me (literally and figuratively), and as a result of that, I’ve never felt more alone than I have over the past 18 months.
But that’s on me too. I feel alone, because I have been alone…by my own design. I pushed away those who I knew I could count on for support. Or quietly suffered; never telling them the truth about what was happening, because I didn’t want to admit I was allowing the wrong people in my life. I didn’t want to feel like I failed again.
But most of all, I didn’t want to hear, “What would your children think?”, as I had already many times before. It turns out, that’s exactly what I needed to hear.
As any parent can tell you – walking into your child’s bedroom, is usually the last thing you ever want to do. To venture into your child’s room, is to put your own life at risk. Think of it like walking into Chernobyl, without a hazmat suit. In fact, if you have kids, you should own a hazmat suit…and boots, with extra padding; one never knows where the next minefield of arch-destroying legos will pop up.
To put it simply – kids are disgusting. And forget about them EVER cleaning up, or ever throwing away a toy; no matter how broken and never-played-with it may be. It’s just not a thing in there world. Parents, since the beginning of time, have been resigned to wait, until their spawn leave the home. Then…take a blowtorch and a bag of lye to their children’s former dwelling. That is, until recently.
As a parent, you will become a living example of the saying wearing too many hats. Parents have a range of different roles; chauffeur, cook, prison warden, doctor, and none of them are every appreciated by your children.
Yes, I said doctor, and not nurse, because let’s be real, nurses do all the real work. Where my nurses at?!? HOLLA…(wink wink)…fist pound.
Sometimes, it’s hard to know which role to focus on at which time; especially when thy’re less defined than the service-oriented ones above.
Some elements of parenting will come naturally to some, and others will take much more work. I mean, not everyone can be perfect at everything like me. Maybe you’re the fun parent, or the creative one. or you’re the handy kind of parent that can teach your kid a skill.
Watching your children grow, and discover their passions, is easily one of the greatest feelings a parent can experience; especially when it’s in something competitive, like sports. It’s almost electric when you hear your child express joy over their new passion. You can feel the energy and excitement it gives them; the flames of passion have been ignited, and the fire is just waiting to be stoked. And as a parent, you want that feeling for your children, and hope it never ends.
But some times, we parents want it a little too much for our children, and risk ruining that experience for our children. How? Well, let me ask you this…how many times have you been to a kids sporting event, and have seen that parent? You know who I’m talking about; the parent that is, usually, decked out from head to toe in team apparel; maybe even with their kid’s name on their back. They’re usually posted up as close to the sideline, dugout, team box, or home plate, as they can be. It’s kind of hard to miss them; mainly because they’re usually screaming the coach, the umpire, their kid or the other team’s kids at any given moment…and it typically lasts the entire length of the event.
As much as we parents – yes even us sarcastic/jaded ones, love to talk about being in the moment, and not worrying about the missteps of our past, or what obstacles the future might bring; I think we need to worry about our past, and future, just a little. Why; you may be wondering. Well, I’ll answer that question, with question of my own…
How protected is your family?
No, I’m not talking physically, or about guns in the home, or anything like that. What I am talking about, is financially based. What steps have you taken, to make sure your family/loved ones are taken care of in case you pass away? Have you been saving properly, or are you more like me, where you didn’t pull your head out of your rear end until your mid 30s, in order to get your act together?