Dirty Cheese

I'm not a total neat freak. I am not a complete germ-a-phobe either. If anyone would just pop over anytime during the week you would all witness this but I cannot get past the dirty food thing. I don't know if the warming weather and blowing dirt have brought out the beast in me but I can't get past it! I can't scrape the mold off the jelly and I can't eat off the side of the sandwich that my kids have bitten off of.



I think it was brought to my attention yesterday when we were at the park and the sweetest little boy came up and sat right next to me with the dirtiest piece of cheese that I have ever seen! So being a little grossed out I tried to switch the cheese with the piece in the middle but it was as dirty as the top one. Uuuggghhh! It was making me a little queasy when one of my other great mom friends said, "Just don't look." So I turned my head and just didn't look.



You know, we have been on so many camping trips that I thought I was past this issue. My children have probably ingested more dirt than most children. How many times has Tyler gone fishing with Doug, digging worms out of that little styrofoam container and halfway through the day he's digging in the cooler in for a peanut butter sandwich? How many time has Clayton been in the sandbox and come running in for fruit snacks? How many times did I make them wash their hands? I wasn't their for the worms and I just assume since it's OUR sanbox it's clean?


So today as we sat at the park and I watched my friends darling little girl pick up a packet of BK carmel off the ground, I held my tongue, for about 10 seconds. Please don't eat the stick carmel packet with grass and dirt stuck all over it! The packet wasn't even open! It wasn't even sticky! I think it had been there for about 5 seconds! Calm myself! My friends probably think I'm nuts! Now as I sit here typing this note, I don't think dirt is bad! I don't think you are dirty! I admit it... I have a problem. So please support me as I work through these issues!


So it's not the end of the world if my children eat a little dirt. After all the little boy with the dirty cheese came back today all healthy and smiles, just as cute as the day before. As I am trying to conquer this "phobia" please allow me to fall off the wagon a time or two. So next time the little guys drop their cheese on ground, I am going to remember, "Just don't look." Thanks fellow mom!