Are all Jewish Moms Germaphobes

23 Jan

Written by Jenny From the Blog of  The Suburban Jungle

Yes, I have problems sitting on the “sick side” of the pediatrician’s office.   Yes, I assume the person before me at every restaurant, arcade, amusement park, and grocery store shopping cart has picked their nose and wiped it somewhere within reach.  Yes, I want all tables wiped down before I’m seated, but I’ve convinced myself that the germs spread from those over used rags are far worse than the left over food residue that currently contaminates the space.

I’m neurotic.  I get it, but am I the only one?

I think not.  After talking to a few friends about poultry, my worst phobia, I realize that I’m a member of a very large crowd. A very large, very disturbed crowd. Is it odd that most of them are Jewish?  I don’t know.  Maybe those non Jewish folk are more laid back about germs, maybe it’s in the New Testament.  I know some eat those wafers and I imagine I could never do that as I would be sure the person giving them out had just been picking something or scratching something.

I can tell you that I seemed to be the only one for miles who was horrified by the Euro Bubble, which in my opinion  may be the worst offender of them all.  Oh, have you seen one of these things?  Seriously, who thought of this petri dish in the first place?  For those of you not lucky enough to have encountered the Euro Bubble, it’s a clear plastic beach ball that rolls on water and can fit someone up to 150lbs, though I saw teens much larger attempt to walk on water at the local Party Playground.

This is how it works: you pay a fee to have your child stuffed into a plastic bag while a man with no more than 7 teeth shoves a tube pumping stale air into a leak proof hole to blow up the ball.

Hypocritical?  Well, I did just spend the last 6 years saying, “NEVER stick your head in a plastic bag” and now I’m like, “Well, if the toothless guy says it’s okay, go for it.”

There’s something suffocating about watching a child crouch into a plastic bag in the first place.  Getting past the horrible mental images and the daydream where you imagine this floating ball may be the best babysitter ever.

Yes, in the midst of all my anxiety, I did imagine how cool it would be to have my own CLEAN bubbles… for playdates, when I have to work or clean, to get them worn out before bed etc… Unexpected visitor and you have work to do? No worries, simply stuff em in the Baby Sitting Bubble and send them out into the pool to bang into each other and hamster around for the next hour.

What? they can’t go anywhere, everyone would be happy, work would get done -  But then it dawned on me that there’s probably only so much air in that bubble. Ugh, chest tightening feeling at the thought of forgetting to set them free.  Forget it; I’d rather miss my deadline.

Back to the party.  Sure I could have opted not to let my daughter go, but every other mother at the party seemed quite ok with it, making me yet again, the most neurotic mom in the room.  As the only Jew, I did feel I should represent.  You know, give us a good rap – make us seem as easy going as the next mom.  The truth is I should not be an ambassador, in fact I might as well wear a  sign to alert everyone that I’m Jewish and neurotic oh, the redundancy!

I’m sure the nail biting I was doing as my my daughter waited in line probably gave me away, plus I was wearing 4inch wedge ankle booties and a chunky sweater to a kids party, there was no arguing my stereotypical-ness.

As my baby entered the bubble, the hand sanitizer I so diligently carry in my bag actually committed suicide.  It knew it could never disinfect a child after such a feat and jumped from my pocketbook splattering its last ounce of dignity on the Slushee stained carpet.  I was in this alone.  I looked down at that sorry tube of Purell and wished I had the forethought to have brought a can of Lysol instead.  Let’s face it, my child was not the first to enter this ball, no she may have been 10th person in that bubble in the last hour.  A bubble which at no point contained an attendant holding a bottle of Windex and some paper towels.

To make matters worse, shoes and socks were not allowed… for better traction.  Nor was there an internal release of any kind, well, if you don’t count the electrical tape patches sprinkled about. You know what was allowed in the “germosphere?” Runny noses, coughing, falling on your face where the last kid or drunk adult’s feet left sweat marks, their butt left crack marks, or any orifice left any residue of any kind. Yep, those are the rules.  Have fun while crazy moms, like me, try to figure out where they can give you a “Silkwood” style scrub down when you get home.

As luck would have it, my anxiety was interrupted by another stress inducing revelation.  SHE’S WEARING A DRESS!  Come on, really? I realized as my daughter crouched in her bubble that she in fact was the only child at the party in a dress, in other words:  we were about to get a peep show at my six year old’s Justice undees,  which I fear is the very reason every childless adult in the joint was there in the first place.

Look, if you go to a party and entertainment center that happens to serve beer, and you don’t have a kid in tow, you are without a doubt flagged on a data base of sexual predators… and you wonder why you never get any trick or treaters?  I stood with one of the dads who was equally as horrified at the germ fest and when I revealed my newest concern he burst into laughter and then pointed out at least two childless men sipping beer by the end of the pool.  I spent the next 7 minutes and 15 seconds giving the international sign for “Close your legs.”  A sign that many young starlets would benefit from learning.  My proper princess understood immediately, which either means she is really good at charades or we need to talk more about sitting like a lady.

When my little LiLo was done with the ride, I was able to focus on the germs again.  Phew, I was worried I had forgotten to worry about that.  I considered hosing her down at the sink, but it was time for pizza and all the kids, unsanitized, unbaby-wiped, un-dragged to the bathrooms by insane parents ran joyfully to the tables and drank their hydrogenated, high fructose corn syrup filled fruit punch and licked their fingers… and mine did too.

Like my bottle of Purell, I had given up.  As one of the moms who let her daughter ride in the bubble 5 times said, “They have to be exposed to this stuff or they get the allergies.”  I don’t know if I agree with that logic, but the part of me that wanted to tell her she was being a bit of an extremist realized we may have more in common than I’d thought.  So, I shut up, ate my pizza without patting off the grease with a napkin and enjoyed being a renegade for just one night.

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11 Responses to “Are all Jewish Moms Germaphobes”

  1. Lori Stefanac January 23, 2012 at 3:20 PM #

    I love this post! I actually USED to be much more neurotic than I am now. With my first child I sterilized EVERYTHING. If the pacifier hit the ground, it was steamed for several minutes without fail. With my second child, I just stuck the damn thing in my mouth and declared it clean. By the time my third kid came along I was so freaking tired that I had no issue with dirt at all. Dirty pacifier? I’d give it a little blow (mostly for show) and Voila! Clean (enough). With my third kid I even let safety slide a little bit. “Oh! Is the baby crawling towards the electrical outlet again? Well, as long as it’s LOW voltage, he’ll be fine.”
    Thankfully, I’ve gotten some sleep since those days so I have probably regained a little of my neurosis. Like right now? I’m totally wiping down the computer mouse as the kids were just here playing games. AND I’m complaining as I do it. Yup, I’m a Jewish mommy.

    • Jenny From the Blog January 23, 2012 at 3:40 PM #

      I too have gotten lax. I make my kids put on 50 sunblock when nothing less than 240 would do. Oh, they make 240 it actually blocks out the entire universe. You just have to know where to find it. Mars. Shit, I told you. Forget I said anything. Fuck, now every Jewish mom is headed straight to Mars to buy up my secret sunblock. That’s it, I should just stop writin…

  2. Shannon January 23, 2012 at 4:06 PM #

    How funny. I am the most non-neurotic mommy in the world. At least in terms of germs. Other things, I’m a complete nutjob. Anyway, as I was reading Lori’s comment I was thinking of an old joke. With first kid, pacy gets sterilized. With the 2nd, it goes in moms mouth. By the 3rd, you put it in the dogs mouth.

    • Jenny From the Blog January 23, 2012 at 4:10 PM #

      I remember that joke and I have to say I let the dog lick all things for cleaning purposes. I thought everyone did. No? What if you have a dirty plate? Dirty feet? A runny nose? Nope, just me? Nevermind.

  3. Tracy Beckerman January 23, 2012 at 4:32 PM #

    I LOVED this post!!I can relate to every neurotic moment of it!
    I was just like Lori… anything that touched my first kid’s lips was sterilized and if it fell on the floor, he could only have it back once it went through a NASA decontamination chamber. Second kid, I spit on it, wiped it off on my shirt, and popped it back in her mouth. Thank goodness we didn’t have a third kid or I probably would have let the dog lick the pacifier clean before handing it back to the kid.

    • Jenny From the Blog January 23, 2012 at 5:12 PM #

      Yes, I’ve gotten better about those things. Sure, we drop stuff on the ground and eat it or we accidentally throw it away and dig it out of the trash, wait, that’s just my husband.

  4. Karen Baitch Rosenberg January 23, 2012 at 8:57 PM #

    Started laughing at the title. Bravo on another great post. VERY relatable. Can’t wait for the next one ~

    • Jenny From the Blog January 23, 2012 at 9:13 PM #

      Thanks Karen!!! I too can’t wait, will you be writing it? Make it something Jewy ok?

  5. Loren Kent January 23, 2012 at 9:57 PM #

    I was cringing with horror as I read this!!!! I would have been with you 150% trying to come up with a reason why my son shouldn’t go in there! I hate going to those places and fairs, etc…

    • Jenny From the Blog January 23, 2012 at 10:15 PM #

      I think there’s more peer pressure on the moms than the kids at this age. I mean my age by the way. Aside from which, I was always a sucker for peer pressure, I mean everyone’s doing it, right?

  6. Sharon Simons March 11, 2012 at 1:32 PM #

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