irrational fears

This morning I awoke in a cold sweat; I had forgotten to brush my teeth last night! At about 4am I sat straight up in my bed and yelled "my teeth are going to fall out!!" In response, I ran into the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush, and got those canines clean!

It is such a crazy fear. I don't really remember when it started...a couple years ago?? Probably about the time that I got my first cavities. :( I think I tried to trick myself into super diligent mode by convincing myself that "my teeth would fall out." Now I'm starting to think it's a bad idea. I like to sleep. I have enough insomnia without waking up in the middle of the night as if gripped by a nightmare just to go and brush my teeth. I don't like lying to myself...although, it is true that my teeth will fall out if I don't brush them...oh no. Stop it Becccaaa. Ahhhhh. :P

p.s. Emily, while writing this I am thinking of a wonderful story that Lizzy told me:

Lizzy: "Emily, why do you floss after you brush your teeth??"

Emily: "I don't know...my parents never taught me how to brush my teeth. I used to swallow my toothpaste for years."

Lizzy: "Oh my!"

(I took a few liberties, that is...I will admit the story is paraphrased as I wasn't there for the actual conversation. But I think I got the gist?? Feel free to give me the real story. Either way, it makes me laugh!!! :D)