Yup, I’m still on the germ band wagon.

It’s an actual term! “mysophobic” or “mysophobia”

Fear of germs or dirt or contamination. I could so be there if I let myself. Seems like I could be a lot of things if I let myself. I’m not very much fun am I?

Self: No you’re not - You won’t let us do anything that we want to!
Me: Wow! Again, my parents would be proud that I’m not letting me get away with anything.
Self: Yah, but think of all the stuff we could do, if you only let us!
Me: We’d probbaly get into a whole lot of trouble if I wasn’t in charge.
Self: You’re no fun. Live a little!
Me: This conversation is going no where. We’re finished.

Apparently I could have MPD as well.

J came into our room at 5:30am after seriously coughing for a good half hour. I gave him some Tylenol Cold DM. It usualy works, but takes about an hour to kick in. I rocked him for a few minutes, until he told me to put him back in bed ’cause I was bugging him. SORRY! I think he fell asleep, but the next thing I remember was that it was 7:30am and he had crawled into bed with me. He doesn’t just sleep with me. He snuggles right into whatever position I have assumed and tries to crawl inside my skin.

This morning, He tried to crawl inside my face. I desperately tried to get away from the hackin’ and coughing and sneezing. For every evasive move I tried - He had an equally invasive counter position. It was horrifying. All I could see was this despicable germ monster spewing his filth onto me and my pillow. I love my son, but seriously………

This got me thinking back to a conversation I had with a few of my friends about a year ago. I thought that I was bad when it came to germs. Nope, a friend of mine had invited a friend, and SHE WAS THE QUEEN OF GERM-O-PHOBIA. I hate public washrooms - Germ central! I’m not too fond of all the handshakes and hugs at church - sniffle, snort into a hand; cough into same hand, wipe it onto a pant leg and then hold it out for a loving warm handshake - YUCK! The pens at the bank - who didn’t wash after their last bathroom break or pickin’ their nose - Yeesh! The top cover of a hotel bed - Do they wash those things, and how often? The last guy that stayed there, took a shower, and then sat butt naked on the bed while preparing to get dressed - YUCK! The list goes on and on…….

This lady, though, she took it to a whole new level. She matched everything that I could gross out about - Matched it and added a few dozen more. For example, She wouldn’t eat other people’s food or baking and wouldn’t go to the bathroom at anybody’s house other than her own! How???Do you just hold forever or do you carry around Lysol Handi-Wipes/! Wow! Made me feel so good to realize that I really wasn’t bad at all.

Nothing like somebody else’s neurosis to make you feel better about your own!