Germs have been on muh mind and Its time for me to confess…..The first step is admitting you have a problem...
I have never met someone like me. After you read this you
will probably agree, that’s a good thing.
I feel like I can see germs. Crawling around on every hard surface, public bathrooms, door handles, credit card machines (THE WORST),
strangers….
Sometimes, I feel like I am losing it.
During summer/spring months my craziness is pretty much
tucked away, and than fall/winter hits and BAM its back. The dreaded Flu season.....When I touch
something in public I am convinced it has the influenza on it. I treat everyone
and everything as if they are infected. I have to resist the urge to run and wash my
hands every few minuets so strangers don’t think I have completely lost it.
After being in public, I
come home and go straight to washing my hands, anything I touch before that
point does get bleached. Sorry… When my husband returns home from work he must
wash the influenza off of his hands because I am certain he has been exposed...
I. Have. A. Problem.
Crazy people don’t know they are crazy though, right?
Then I had Ollie, and I feel like my germ seeing super power
got heightened. Oh dear….. I see him put things in his mouth… and it kills me.
My insides twist and turn as I refuse to give into the urge to swipe that dirty
little item clear across the room. "Don’t be a helicopter mom." "Don’t be a
helicopter mom." "Don’t be a helicopter mom". I repeat and repeat in my head.
It’s GOOD for him to crawling around and getting exposed to things, I can’t protect him from EVERYTHING. Logic, right?! Yet, it doesn’t keep my heart from exploding every time he grabs a cell phone and puts it in his mouth.
It’s GOOD for him to crawling around and getting exposed to things, I can’t protect him from EVERYTHING. Logic, right?! Yet, it doesn’t keep my heart from exploding every time he grabs a cell phone and puts it in his mouth.
When’s the last time you cleaned your phone?!?! Hmmm??
Hmmm?? Exactly. That’s what I thought.
Things like kids play places seem like immanent death to me.
(How are these still legal?! I must start a petition soon…) I am 100% sure
there is some incurable disease lurking in that ball pit.
There should be support groups for people like this.
My husband says I need therapy. I think I agree.
Here’s to hoping my newly crawling baby breaks this
obsessive behavior in me, and that I don’t create a mini germaphobe. Poor kid.
Any recovering germaphobes out there?!
And I will leave you with a great song that sums up my
weirdness. Click the link and listen if you want to laugh :)
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