So I’ve been a mom for almost eight years now. I know, it’s more than some, less than others but this morning I had a turning point. I do believe my mother would be proud. I have to say, I’ve graduated.
I’ve dealt with poo in every imaginable place and some NOT, I can handle throw up (as long as I’m not pregnant and nauseous myself) and I do pretty darn well with blood just ask Thing 2 aka “Roadrash King” and “Scar-funkle”! My weakness has always been with sink ickies. You know the stuff, the soggy cereal that is half stuck to the bottom of the sink, the random pieces of fruit that are barely recognizable and also very slimy, then there are often beans or pieces of meat swirling around and around in the drain too big to slip through the slot and disappear forever.
The worst is when mom’s been gone and there are stray dishes in the sink disguising the problem. Mom comes home at midnight from a once in a blue moon girls night/baby shower falls into a fitful sleep and wakes up late (theoreticaly-;)) to find the lurking dinner goodies floating around under a couple plates and a handful of silverware.
You know what I did today? Instead of my usual freak out; convulsing while fighting my gag reflex, shielding my eyes from the horror of it all then trying to fish out the invaders with a spoon and a paper towel (no I don’t have a disposal) while all the while holding my breath which if it takes too long puts me at further risk of passing out right then and there on the kitchen floor. Instead of all that I reached my bare hand down into the sink drain and scooped that puppy right out of there. It’s like a creature out of mad science and I TOUCHED it, grabbed it and threw the whole darn mess away WITHOUT gagging.
I tell ya, I’ve graduated!