Hmmmm, I’m starting to wonder if it’s time to get to the bottom of what’s making me OCD. I’ve noticed that I’m starting to pass it on to Noah, and I’m not sure I like that.
For example, I have a very hard time drinking out of any cup that is not brand new and disposable. For some reason I’m convinced that any tumbler or glass out of the dishwasher or sudsy sink is still covered in the grime of whoever last used it. Ridiculous, I know. I usually keep an entire shelf of my fridge stocked with bottled waters which I go to first. If I run out of bottled water, I move to the big red disposable cups. You know which kind I’m talking about. The ones you can get in 10,000 packs at Costco.
Yes, I know, I’m an earth-hating-Polar Bear-killing horrible person. Or, I just don’t like drinking poop.
Well, apparently Noah has noticed that daddy always goes for the bottled water. The other day he asked me why. I tried to explain without pushing my unhealthy fears onto him.
It didn’t work. He’s been turning down his little kiddy cups ever since.
When he did it this morning, I told Noah that he needed to use a regular cup, and that there was nothing wrong with them. “But, why don’t you use regular cups, Dad?” he asked. I do! I told him. He knew I was lying, and he pulled a trick that I didn’t realize a 3-year old was capable of pulling. “I don’t want to drink out of that cup unless you drink out of one too!”
I don’t care, I’d love to drink out of a cup like that! I emphatically declared. He laughed as I grabbed a tumbler and filled it with ice water. “Drink it!” he yelled. You promise you’ll use these cups if I do? I asked him. He promised. I put the cup close to my lips and…
I couldn’t do it. I could not make myself drink it, and finally I poured the water into the sink. Noah laughed and chanted over and over that he didn’t have to drink from the “yucky cups.”
It’s definitely not a good thing. I know they’re clean. I know they’re fine. Yet, I still can’t mentally do it. My whole family loves making fun of me for it. They tell me they’re going to tie me down and force me to get over it. I don’t want Noah growing up being paranoid like his old man. Maybe I’ll have to let them.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS, I’d love to hear your comments. What have you passed along to your kids (or what are you afraid you’ll pass along to your kids)? And, anybody have any idea how I can get over this quirky little problem? It drives me crazy!