I have long been thoroughly initiated in to motherhood but nothing quite encapsulates it as being at work for half a day, going to the bathroom only to look up and see snot smeared across my shoulder. It’s to the point that I can usually tell if something is clean or dirty by checking for snot marks.
The one that takes the cake though, is the day that I was in the library checking out some technology. The librarian looked up at me and said, you have something on your shirt. I casually waved her off saying, “it’s just snot… a way of life these days,” and continued what I was doing. Eventually I came to realize that she was staring in horror/ disgust. Alright! Alight! I grabbed a tissue and contorted my face in an effort to see my shoulder and address the snot. I have to say… what I saw was pretty disgusting. I tidied up with the tissue and as I was going to throw it away I looked down and exclaimed, “OH! Don’t worry- it’s just banana!”
She looked relieved but I don’t really see the huge difference between snot and chewed banana being on my shoulder. Maybe just in theory banana is less offensive than snot and she just didn’t really think about it further. That’s ok. I wear it as a badge of something… courage, survival, something.
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