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The Yuck Factor

Posted by cafebebemama on Aug 29, 2009 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

As I was wiping a bit of snot off my daughter’s nose the other day, I began to wonder…at what point did this become OK?  I have been thrown up upon, bled on, snotted on, drooled on; I have had all manner of food smeared onto me and my clothes; I have cleaned up poo in all sorts of places.  I am a Mummy.

I remember when I used to get all upset over little stains.  If I did this now, I’d never leave the house!  Now, I measure the reuse value of the clothes I wear by how MANY stains are on them and how blatently obvious those stains are.  I suppose I have become a bit of a Slummy Mummy in that respect. 

But isn’t it funny, or perhaps a little OCD, that I won’t let Little Miss go out with stains on her clothes or snot in her nose or messed up hair?  I like Little Miss to be clean and pretty!  This doesn’t mean that she’s in ruffly taffeta dresses and patent leather shoes…no, no, no.  My Little Miss is a wash and wear girl.  Comfy trousers, onesies and t-shirts with the very occasional comfortable cotton dress.  She always looks presentable, my Little Miss.  And I suppose the reason for that is because I wouldn’t ever want someone to look at my daughter and judge me as a bad parent.  You’ve seen those children who have crusty noses, dirty faces and ice cream stains around their mouth and down their shirt?  I have!  And what do I tend to think?  I think that perhaps their Mummy should take a little more care.  But maybe that Mummy is a better Mummy than me because she’s letting her child be A CHILD.  Getting dirty is a part of childhood, isn’t it?

I don’t know?  Do we have to be REALLY dirty?  Maybe just a little dirty is ok but not too much.  Get the wipes!  Get the Carex Hand Gel!  Quick, quick!  Some of my quirks may have rubbed off on Little Miss, however.  When she gets dirt or dog hair on her hands, she holds her hands up to me and goes “aaaccckkk” and sticks her tongue out.  She digs in the dirt in the garden and whilst saying “digga digga digga” she’s brushing any dirt off her.  When our dog has pooed in the garden, she readily points it out to us until we collect it off the grass and put it in a bag.  When Little Miss was wee, I painted her hands with paint to make a pressie for Daddy and she absolutely screamed the house down!  She didn’t like the feeling of it and most certainly did not like the fact that her hand and foot were now covered in red paint!  Is this a bad thing?  Maybe it is!  

I’m doing my best to come to terms with my obsessive compulsive habits and trying NOT to let it totally rub off on Little Miss.  I do let her play in the rain after all!  So, if you do see Little Miss and me out and about, she’ll be looking lovely and I’ll be the Mummy with a few too many stains and the Milton wipes at the ready!  Just gently take the wipe from my hand and say “Let it go, Mummy”.  And we’ll all feel better for that!