As I haul my overflowing shopping trolley around the corner of the frozen section and pause before I prepare to power on to the checkout, I hear a small voice beside me.
‘I need to go to the toilet, Mummy,’ says my three-year-old.
‘Excuse me?’ I say praying that I’ve heard her wrong. We are so close to the finish line I can taste it.
‘I need to do a poo!’ she shouts for the entire supermarket to hear.
‘Really? But you went before we left. Can you hold it?’ I ask her in all seriousness as I glance around to make sure no one is witnessing me ask a three-year-old to hold.
It’s not only the fact that I have a ridiculously full trolley to park somewhere, and that one-year-old Smiley is getting more and more agitated the closer to 5pm it gets, it’s (deep breaths) the fact that I detest public toilets. I open the doors with my foot, close them with my elbows, lock them with toilet paper on my fingers, and avoid touching the toilet seat at all costs.
Taking these sort of precautions when you are holding a one-year-old and helping a three-year-old pull down her undies is virtually impossible. As I attempted to kick the door open with my foot and lean my back into it while letting all three of us in, Smiley delighted in slapping her hands on the toilet door and then putting her thumb in her mouth. I nearly passed out on the spot. While I attempted to place toilet paper on the seat with Smiley balancing precariously on my hip, Miss Three dropped her Teddy on the floor. I began to feel queasy. My careful placement of toilet paper was fruitless as it fell to the ground when Miss Three climbed onto the seat. As I watched her hold onto the seat and saw her undies around her legs touch the exterior of the bowl, it was all too much.
‘Don’t touch the toilet seat!’ I shrieked as she looked at me with panicked eyes.
The last thing I want to do is pass my germaphobe ways onto my three-year-old, so I attempted to hide my concern as I explained to her about germs and toilet seats and why we should use a
truckload little soap or hand sanitizer after using the toilet.
In my heyday I was a major germaphobe. These days with two kids I have no choice but to relax a little. They pick their noses and give it to me proudly, they lick me, dribble on me, they find rubbish bins curiously attractive, they share water bottles and each other’s food, and have no idea what the five second rule is. I know I can’t, and it’s not healthy to, hover over them 24 7 saying, ‘don’t, don’t, don’t’, so I’ve done my best to teach Miss Three about personal hygiene in the hope that one day she will no longer feel the desire to grab hold of the bin at the supermarket as she peers into it.
When I received an email from one of Dettol’s PR companies asking me to giveaway some of Dettol’s products, I was super excited. I am obsessed with the Dettol hand sanitizer. I have a large pump on the kitchen bench, a 50ml one in my handbag, and another on my work desk. I also had the opportunity to try the Raspberry and Pomegranate antibacterial hand wash and the Rose and Cherry foaming hand wash which Miss Three loved because of the bubbles.
Dettol is kindly letting me giveaway two packs of their products.
All you need to do is tell me in the comments below about a time when you wished you had some Dettol hand sanitizer on hand.
This giveaway is open until 5pm, Wednesday, 18 December 2013.
The winners will be announced on Thursday, 19 December 2013 via email. Winners will have 48 hours to claim their prize.
This giveaway is restricted to Australian residents only.
*Mummy, Wife, Me received a sample of the products mentioned above for the purpose of this giveaway. No financial compensation was received and all opinions are my own.