Today I was brave
Today I got brave.
I did some yardwork. I moved a bunch of rocks in the yard with my bare hands, and didn't flinch to much at all of the little creatures underneath them (though there was some cringing). Crawled almost underneath the steps to reach a rock. I even weeded part of the garden without screaming every time I saw a worm. (Though I must say I stopped that last year -- but I still did it!!)
Then while supper was cooking, I did the dishes and poured a pot full of old soup and water into the toilet all by myself. I did not look at it, but I did dump it and flush it. Normally this is Marc's job, and he always says "come look!", and even the thought of just looking grosses me out. But today I did it.
I did all those things. Maybe tomorrow I'll be brave enough to buy "feminine products" in public.
... I doubt it.
posted by Dixie Vandersluys @ 8:08 PM
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Are you really that squeamish? Holy!! Is it just the bugs that bother you or getting dirty too???? Do you look at the soup in the pot, it doesn't look much different when you dump it in the toilet. Aren't diapers so much more disgusting than watered down soup?Where DO you get your feminine products except in public?? I don't understand??? Or do you make Marc by them (hee hee). Are you really serious? I am intrigued!
Are you really that squeamish? Holy!! Is it just the bugs that bother you or getting dirty too???? Do you look at the soup in the pot, it doesn't look much different when you dump it in the toilet. Aren't diapers so much more disgusting than watered down soup?Where DO you get your feminine products except in public?? I don't understand??? Or do you make Marc by them (hee hee). Are you really serious? I am intrigued!
As a matter of fact, I'm quite comfortable buying feminine products for my wife. One year I included some in her Christmas stocking (it was a big hit)! I went to Superstore and I was strolling around, big box of...I think it was a variety pack...under my arm.
Now, am I a good husband, or what?
Well, Raven, I wouldn't say I'm as squeamish as the post came across, but yes, I have issues. I love having my hands in the dirt, as long as there are no bugs. If I have gloves on I can do just about anything.
I just have this disdain for things being in the toilet that "shouldn't" be there. The soup in the pot itself doesn't bother me. And MY kids' dirty diapers to don't bother me, but other kids' do. Explain that one to me!!
I think I've bought "feminine things" once or twice at Walmart, but I tend to by them at small pharmacies where there are no other customers. This is not always easy to come by, but if you buy enough at one time, you don't have to buy them that often. Once when I was 17, I paced our local pharmacy for 45 minutes in a mild panic, waiting for the "opportune time" to make my purchase.
Funny, I'm still embarressed about buying these things, but I'll talk about birth, the state of my "undercarrige" post-birth and refer to "whipping my breasts out" to nurse on a daily basis with anyone who happens to be around.
And yes, Marc, you are a very good husband. Oh ya, and don't I still need a mother's day present... that's one option...
somewhat related, I'm not grossed out about picking up my dog's poop, but random dog poop freaks me out. on occasion I've found some near where Buddy has dropped his and pondered picking it up as well - might as well since it's close - but I just can't do it. it's far too icky.
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