I can handle the heat. Red faced and sweaty...Well, that's Summer.
I can handle the bugs. Avoid em if I can...Long sleeves and pants if I can't.
I can handle the dirt too. I used to hate the feel of dirt on my hands when I was a kid. Now, I inspect it every chance I get looking for signs of healthy soil.
But put all three of these together and I turn into a full fledged wimp.
Yesterday morning, when I pulled the bean plants up, I was clothed head to toe, sweating bullets and of course covered in dirt and plant matter. 80 degrees, 95 percent humidity, bugs everywhere...and I was really questioning why I even bother with gardening. YUCK!!!!!
Then I felt a tickle...then an itch (uh oh)...and then my bug paranoia hit full force and I raced in to shuck my clothes and jump in the shower to get whatever was chewing on me off.
I then went back outside to toss some fertilizer on the soil, rake it in and plant the squash and pumpkin seeds.
While all this frenzy of activity was going on, SM was sitting on the back porch swing, sleepy faced with a cup of coffee in his hands, eyeballing me. "Why did you take a shower if you're not done?" He asks, safe from the nasties in the garden.
"I thought something was chewing on me. I had to wash it off but I also need to get these seeds planted." I said, zipping by again.
By this time I feel super gunky. You know the feeling don't you? It feels like you're coated with 3 inches of sweaty, greasy filth. Your skin feels like it'll never feel clean again.
That's when washcloths just don't do. There's something about a bath sponge scrubbed hard over all that itchy, caked on crap that really makes a girl feel human again. Thank God for scrubby bath sponges!
And St Ives Apricot Scrub! I've used this stuff for years!
My skin can breathe now! Yeah me!
So confess...How filthy can you stand to be before you snap?