Yeah. We're all class around here.
We went to the grocery store today. It was busy. Pre-noon football rush.
I did not bring my purse. I prefer not to when I shop for groceries. The fifty plastic bags they pack for me with two items each in them are enough to lug around. Plus a toddler. Some snacks. Maybe some water.
Little man is getting over a cold, but he's been stuffy, not runny. Of course, that is, until we set foot in the grocery store.
Once I placed him in the cart and made it to the middle of a crowded produce area, he let out a sneeze that might just have registered on the Richter scale. That sneeze brought forth the biggest blobiest greenest trails of snot out of each side his nose. You know what I'm talking about. Not see-through. Neon green and thick.
We looked at each other surprised. In the nano-second it took me to check for wadded up tissues in my pocket faster than a gunslinger in the wild wild west, those thick trails of snot moved like two gooey caterpillars. I watched in slow motion as they rode up the curve of his upper lip, preparing to slide into his mouth. I did what every mother (worth a snot) would do.
I unzipped my jacket and grabbed the bottom of my t shirt. In one quick motion I wiped his nose and flashed my white belly at the unsuspecting sushi- guy in the kamikaze headband who was minding his own tuna and rice vinegar. He may actually have seen the underside of a boob because I had no idea I'd be lifting my shirt up there and my girls were un-restrained.
I didn't look around and try to make apologetic smiles at the people around me, hoping they would understand. I was not sorry or embarrassed, really, because what else was I supposed to do? ( I did quickly consider snatching of those plastic produce bags and swiping it across his face, but I decided that just would have made it worse.) That, and the fact that I was so consumed with getting that off of his face, I didn't have the pleasure of seeing who witnessed me in all my mothering glory.
So I just put my boogey covered t shirt back down, wiped my hands on my pants, zipped up my coat, smiled at my boy and headed for the tissue isle.
(I'll bet nobody followed me)
OMG, that is hysterical and disgusting all at the same time! Still laughing over here. You are a GOOD mom.
Posted by: Colleen | September 24, 2006 at 03:44 PM
I applaud you! I'd have done the same. Funny funny.
Posted by: Lynsalyns | September 24, 2006 at 05:55 PM
oh yeah... would have, and have. I wish I had a camera the first time one of my kids produced two streams that actually reached the CHIN.
Posted by: mayberry | September 24, 2006 at 08:10 PM
Resourcefulness always trumps hygiene, I believe. Before becoming a parent, I never realized how much STUFF, and how many colors, can emit from a child's nose...
Posted by: Suzanne | September 24, 2006 at 08:38 PM
Quick thinking, quick moving, the ever resourceful mom!
Posted by: Lady M | September 25, 2006 at 02:12 AM
Oh, I've done worse things...and that's just in regard to my own snot. Who knows what I am capable of when it comes to my child :)
Posted by: Binky | September 25, 2006 at 07:51 AM
Oh yeah, the mom's shirt snot wipe is classic. If I am "dressed" then I may do the discreet pinch and wipe on the socks, mine of kid's depending on who is wearing pants. Its amazing how much snot a toddler can oriduce.
Posted by: Michele | September 25, 2006 at 08:10 AM
I feel it. I've been covered in snot for a week. Ada loves to grab me and rub her runny nose on my shoulders, so I have been walking around with snot-sludge on my shirts.
Posted by: nonlineargirl | September 25, 2006 at 08:38 PM
I went to the store tonight and left the diaper bag in the car . . . but thought of this story and stuffed a washcloth in my pocket, just in case!
Posted by: Lady M | September 26, 2006 at 01:51 AM
Oh, yes. This is the story of our lives, no? On Sunday my husband pointed at his shirt and said, "This is Fatherhood. I'm walking around in a t-shirt covered in vomit and I'm not going to do anything about it." Later that same day... "We're having guests for dinner, right? I should really change my shirt." After dinner..."Hey woops! I'm still in the vomit covered shirt!"
Oh, the joys!
Posted by: Oh, The Joys | September 26, 2006 at 02:23 PM