One night during winter break, we went to Zoo Lights. It was monstrously annoying to park and even get there, so if we hadn’t been meeting some friends, you can bet we would have given up and gone out to eat instead.
However, we made it. And a nice lady gave us three tickets for free, so it was less than $10 for the whole family to get into the zoo itself. So that was nice. Unfortunately, we were waiting for our friends for a long time (because they also were dealing with the monstrously annoying parking/driving situation). It was freezing, and my daughter was in denial about having to go to the bathroom. As a result of her high and false opinion of her bladder control abilities, she told us she had peed her pants.
Now, she often says this and it is either (a) not true or (b) a drip of pee. So I wasn’t overly concerned. Still, we hustled to a bathroom (which of course was somewhere obscure in the zoo) and found a family bathroom. Usually I’d just let my husband go in and deal with the situation, but it was COLD. We all huddled into the bathroom for warmth. My husband checked her underwear, feeling it for pee. There was a tiny bit, so he put some toilet paper in her pants or something and let her go to the bathroom.
While we waited for her, instead of washing his hands like a good, normal person would do after touching underwear, he gave me a hug. I was very unimpressed. Like severely unimpressed. I freaked out, in fact, and read him the riot act. How could he touch my new fluffy warm coat with pee underwear hands? (OCD makes you label things in very strange ways). I was really mad and didn’t want to talk to him for quite awhile. He was actually pretty lucky we had friends coming or else I would’ve stayed mad much longer.
But no, I was not happy. I held my bag instead of putting it over my shoulder for the entire Zoo lights trip. I couldn’t take off the coat immediately because it was way too cold for that nonsense, so in a way it was a forced exposure. However, once we got to the car, that thing came off and went in the trunk. I washed it when we got home.
So all in all, not a totally successful contamination exposure, but I did deal with the discomfort and stayed in it during the Zoo lights walk/excursion. I didn’t make us go home immediately. I also didn’t throw out the coat and washed it instead. So it could’ve been worse.
My husband tried to guilt me with the whole “what would a normal person do?” but I countered with my view that a normal person wouldn’t be hugging people in a tiny family bathroom after having touched a child’s underwear. A normal person would (hopefully) wash their hands immediately after doing that and then hug outside of the bathroom.
So we’re working on being normal, I guess. I wonder who will get there first.
Have you had any forced exposures lately? How did they go?