The question was asked today… What am I fanatical about?
Easy answer – Washing my hands. I do it dozens of times a day and no, it’s not something my job requires. I’ve been this way all my life.
When they redid the bathroom in my mom’s house when I was about 3 she had them put the sink at a height I could reach on my own. My dad was saying, “Mary Lea, she’ll grow!” My mom was saying, “put it right there. You don’t know how many times a day I wash this child’s hands.” As she always told it I would toddle up to her and say, “Mama, wash my hands… my hands are duh-ty.”
Anyway, I carry wet wipes with me at ALL times so when I can’t wash my hands I can use those. I also have purell, although it’s not my favorite thing. But I cannot eat without washing my hands. If I go outside, the first thing I do when I come in is wash my hands. If I go shopping the first thing I do when I come home is wash my hands. If I’m getting clean laundry out of the washer to put in the dryer I wash my hands first (it’s clean, after all!). If I go to the basement, when I come upstairs I wash my hands. And yet, I’m not a very good housekeeper. Go figure…
I hate shaking hands with people, although I will. I hate touching things I know jillions of other people have touched – like shopping cart handles and such. I make it a point to NEVER touch my face after being out until I can wash my hands. All those things are just crawling with germs and getting passed from one person to another. It’s why people stay sick all winter long. Someone wipes their kid’s nose, then puts their hand back on the shopping cart handle. Then you come along and touch it and now it’s on your hands. You rub your eyes and voila! you’re now sick with whatever their child picked up from the kid at preschool.
People have always made fun of me for my handwashing, but you know what – I *rarely* get sick. I can’t stand for my hands to be duh-ty.