I realize this is not the prettiest foot. But trust me, it's a much prettier hue of blue than what I just discovered tonight.
Tonight I just clipped Max and Lucy's toe nails. It's kind of like wiping down the kitchen cabinets, and you just don't want to do it, and then you realize how disgusting your kitchen is. I've been meaning to trim their nails for a while now. But Max obliges by just chewing his finger nails off. Lucy has figured out how to clip her own finger nails. And we're in the midst of winter. Yes, it's March, and it still qualifies as winter. In the summer, I look down and see their nasty toes and it only takes a few reminders of kids in flip flops to get me to trim their toe nails. But it's the arctic tundra, we have a socks necessity going. It's been a while since I've seen the toes.
So, tonight, while they read and did their home work, I snuck over and slipped off their socks. Max first. Oh dear God. What Saint do I pray to for this? That's disgusting. I clipped, and then I had to scrape out the muck and dirt. So gross. "Mom, that hurts." "Look kid, it's this or be treated for gangrene."
Then I moved on to Lucy's toes. Cuter, what with that worn off nail polish and all. But I get a little closer and oh my God - again - her nails are rapped around over the top of her toe. Gross.
I finished, sprayed my hands with vinegar and then washed them with scalding hot water and antibacterial soap. I explained the process of using soap in the shower and how to wash feet. Perhaps that escaped me when teaching them to wash, I don't know.
I feel better knowing that you all either feel my pain, are grossed out, or encouraged to check your kids' toes by now.
That's how I roll.
Song of the day: Prayer of St. Francis by Sarah McLachlan
check. them. every. night. xoxo