Dirt Therapy.

I'm a little OCD when it comes to dirt. I don't like it on me, my kids, my house, etc. You are probably wondering how I survive with two messy children. Lots of therapy. Not really, but I think they are helping me get over it. Dirt isn't going to kill me...I guess.

I don't really even like getting in the leaves with the kids, because I'm a bit freaked over what dirt and bugs may be in those piles of crunchy stuff. My kids just roll around in it. "Come on it, mom, the dirt's fine." I also think photography is helping me over my dirt-o-phobia. I made that clinical term up, obviously, cuz I was too lazy to google the real name.

The kids have no problem going around with day old pizza on their faces, or this morning breakfast behind their ear and in their hair. I don't even like to go without wiping my face between every bite of food. It's probably a sin how many napkins I go through at fast food places. Sorry, trees.

But, I'm trying to be the mature adult around here. You probably won't catch me scheduling camping trips anytime soon (unless they involve a hotel with a gym and hot tub) but I think I'm doing some improving. Nothing like a kid with syrup in his hair, or boogers all over her shirt, to help you face your fears. Now where is my hand sanitizer?