White rice and maggots look the same

So I'm not great at the green thumb/gardening thing, but I'm getting better. I have a huge load of lettuce already turning back to seed! That's right, I planted so much lettuce that we couldn't use it all. Even offering it out, we still had too much. Then I thought, every gardener has to have a compost pile. Now being a perfectionist oldest/only child, I did not want to just dump things in the corner of my yard without the proper bin etc. But waiting until everything is perfect to do something, is just procrastination. So, I have an open compost pile in the corner of my yard. It certainly did cut down on garbage! And, oh, the maggots. How I did not realize the grossness (is this a word?) After dh stirred my "pile," he lovingly dumped the spoon in the sink that I was already washing dishes in. The title of this blog says it all. I would not reach my hands in that sink for anything. Thankfully, dh, is not squirmish with these things.

Herein, a life lesson for me. I didn't know how to parent, and still am not perfect. I found out that the gross things that others think are cute about parenting (vomit, poop), are still gross to me. I thought that I would not have the nurturing instinct. I do...I don't know if it's overprotectiveness, but I don't care. There are quirky things that I do/don't allow my kids to do, and it's starting to be noticed by the in-laws. I don't let the kids watch more than an hour of tv per day (except for sickness). I am a hawk about what they eat. I am anal about them washing their hands. I can hear what's going on in the other room, and know what's going on in the other room. I hope it doesn't come back to bite me, I just don't want things from dh and my past to be present in their lives. I want more for them. So this all from a simply 4x8 raised bed garden...go figure!