Showing posts with label hygiene. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hygiene. Show all posts

Crazies at the Grocery Story

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Last week at the grocery story, TWO middle aged women engaged me in long conversations about MacBaby and both thought touching him was a good idea.

While I wouldn't go so far as to hang this on my child, I do wish there was a way to let strangers know that it's ok to look but not touch.

First of all, it's just weird. I thought it was weird when people talked to me at length when I was pregnant, but apparently that doesn't stop once you have baby. A woman working at a store I shopped in even called him chubby the other day. She had no room to talk. Also, MacBaby isn't chubby, not that there's anything wrong with that.

I don't want to talk to strangers and I certainly don't want to tell them intimate details about the inner workings of my body or my family. Why do you care what I would have named a girl if I had one?

Secondly -- germs. This is a particularly bad time for germ-a-phobes like myself. I desperately do not want my child to get swine flu. I don't know where your hands have been and if they've ever seen the likes of soap, so don't touch my kid.

Here's how neurotic I am: there's a play group tonight at our community early childhood center. I will take the boy, but I don't want him to touch any of the toys.

Am I crazy or do I am I taking a normal amount of precautions? Before you judge, let me also add that I work down the hall from a doctor's office and I've taken more sick days in the past two years than in my 10 years worth of previous jobs combined. This includes a three week suffering from mono.