I should be able to get over disgusting things rather quickly, now that I'm a mom, but every time I think about where my hand was last night, I shudder and have to repress a gag.
After putting Gabi to bed, I decided to add the collection of water glasses that had accumulated on my dresser to the laundry basket of clothes I was going to take downstairs. As I stacked them into each other, I poured any remaining water into the top glass.
I headed into the bathroom to dump the water, and I don't even know how this happened, but the bottom glass detached. And fell into the toilet. Full of pee. Where it shattered.
You know those moments when you realize you're going to have to do something AWFUL, and you just stand there in shock, letting your brain wrap around the situation? I totally stood there in shock, staring down into the toilet bowl full of pee, toilet paper and broken glass, not quite believing what I was seeing.
I had lots of thoughts, but the two big ones, that matter the most, was that I couldn't flush the pee down and get clean water before reaching in, because, duh, large chunks of glass stopping up your toilet is not a good thing. And that we didn't currently have any rubber gloves in the house.
I sat down on the side of the tub, held my breath, and REACHED MY HAND DOWN INTO THE DISGUSTING PEE WATER. It took a lot of grabs, but I finally got all the pieces out. And then ran straight for the sink where I scrubbed myself raw.
You know, I didn't even think about cutting myself. That could've been bad. Getting a cut while your hand is submerged in pee that had been sitting in the toilet for who knows how long probably isn't all that sanitary.
Every time I think about it I get grossed out all over again. I think it's time to suppress the memory. Yeah, that whole thing about me reaching my hand into a toilet full of pee? From now on, that so didn't happen.