I showered at a camp ground.

I feel dirty just typing it. After countless showers at my inlaws, we were both feeling like we were imposing so we decided to go to the "brand new camp showers". Right...well... it didn't go as I had envisioned. I never realize how many ocd tendencies I have until I'm hurled into a situation that makes me tick. They were not scummy and dirty or anything, but I just couldn't feel comfortable. I kept praying to God that no part of my body, my clothes, or my belongings would touch anything in there. I carefully undressed while keeping my flip flops on so that my feet wouldn't touch the floor. The water would just not get hot enough to kill the germs in there. I know I am a psycho. The only thing that got me through was writing a pretend letter in my head to the contractor working on our remodel. I went through all the details on how if I had to shower anywhere else again I was going to knit a blanket made of his entrails for my baby. I am happy to report that I now have a functioning shower in my house! Woo! Hopefully the rest will be done soon... can you imagine how crazy I'm going to be when I have to go without a toilet?