I’m not sure why I’m about to tell you this.
You probably don’t even want to know (seriously, stop reading now, you’ll thank me).
In fact, I think it goes against the “Accidental Mommy” code to share this kind of stuff. Yet, I’m drawn to it, like a white cat is drawn to black pants.
Maybe I’m getting soft the longer I’m a mommy, maybe blogging has turned me into a “bare my soul” type or maybe certain things simply are so gross that you have to tell someone, or a couple hundred someones. Whatever it is, is has me up at 2am and will not leave my consciousness unless I write it down. At least I hope I can stop thinking about it once I write it down. I’d actually prefer to never think about it again.
Ok, so….well…maybe I’ve changed my mind and won’t tell you. If you’re reading this (I told you to stop, why doesn’t anyone listen to me?) you’re probably a mom and maybe you have this happen to you all the time (remind me not to shake your hand) so it’s not even worth writing about anymore.
Since the voices in my head (strange how they sound like Ricky Ricardo, these voices) are telling me I need to get on with it, I’m just going to tell you.
I got some on me and I got it good! It took an hour to clean it out from around and under my fingernail. Lori, I know you are picturing me right now scrambling, disgusted, using enough soap to clean the population of NYC, scrubbing away at it until I removed a layer of skin just to make sure I got it all. Well, so….you’re not that funny, you know.
And it was green.
(Hey, I told you to stop reading.)