Germs...

Even from before pregnancy I knew I would firmly be in the pro-germ camp. Germs build immune systems. Our immune system is our ultimate defence. I grew up elbow deep in horse poo and I wouldn't change a moment of it. 

My friend Charlie sums it up with "you gotta lick a bit of dirt before you die". 

So today we went to a "Baby Sensory" class. I imagined lights and music and touchy, feely texture things. I imagined lots of indoor scarf wearing. I imagined some songs with actions… No such luck. 

Long story short it was a bit naff, a bit dirty and pretty unimaginative.

Amongst the other attendees and myself there seemed to be varying levels of concern regarding the cleanliness. The germs. I personally felt really relaxed about the cleanliness of the toys and props whilst I was there but now I'm thinking… How relaxed is negligent? When does laid back become idiotic? I think "what's the worst that can happen?" Well she could catch something and get VERY sick!!! So there is a real risk.

Then my mind goes into having an argument with itself mode…

"But there's a risk in walking down the road!"

"There are necessary and unnecessary risks though! You NEED to walk down the street, she doesn't NEED to eat germy play dough!"

"Listen to yourself Charlie! Didn't hurt you!"

"Not hurting me is hardly an argument to do it!"

Blah blah blah. Back and forward.

Point? It's a hot topic. I sense I am a little ignorant on the subject and could do with some reading. 

Lesson:

1. There's a chance I am far too relaxed on dirt. If she poos electric turquoise play dough tomorrow then I know I need to reassess my approach… 

2. When I was pregnant I read a comedy article about how manic it is being a mum and the writer said something about going to the loo with their baby on their lap... I remember thinking "Oh my..." Today I was reminded of this and humbled. Mother nature called mid milk tantrum and I was peekabooing down the hall from the bog... Classy.