My breath is always minty fresh

The above was the sight I walked into this morning. I'm sure most people would find this gross. It is. For me, however, this scene was profoundly disturbing. It will be forever etched in my brain.

My name is Jill and I am a toothbrush freak. I change toothbrushes weekly. If I were rich, I would have my maid replace mine after every single brushing. I think it would be a total luxury to never use one more than once.

I have inherited this toothbrush-freakiness from my father (along with a myriad of other oddities.) I recall being about 7 and using my Dad's toothbrush because I couldn't find my own. He totally flipped out and I thought he was nuts. I was his child, for god's sake... his own flesh and blood, WTF?

Flash forward: I will not let anyone use my tooth brush. Ever. This drives Jeff crazy. Sometimes to get under my skin he will tell me he's used mine. Why he thinks this is funny, I have no idea. It only causes me to once again open up a new one and marvel at his stunted sense of humor. Oddly, I will share towels with Jeff and the kids, recognizing that they have dried off areas far more undesirable than teeth. My blog, my issues, thank you very much.

I am convincing myself that was a first. Never before have little hands gone fishing in the toilet bowl using my toothbrush as a pole. Never have they played "Mommy" and used mine to clean their teeth. Never have they rubbed their grubby fingers with it... Today was the first time ever and I was fortunate to have spotted it before it made it's way back to the sink. Ignorance is bliss.

From now on I will be keeping my toothbrush out of the kid's reach.
And my toilet immaculate, just in case.