Doomsdoor

When I was in junior high, my friend Melanie and I babysat at my standard weekly gig and ended up with hand, foot and mouth disease.  I swear she’s still kind of mad at me about that…  Thank goodness we weren’t in England.

Now that I’m a grown-up, I figured I was safe from all of those childhood diseases, right?  Uh uh.

At Nate’s school, every morning, we pass through what I secretly call the “Doors of Doom.”  The glass doors leading into the three infant/toddler classrooms are the posting site for “Exposure Notices.”  So far, in the last two and a half years, I’ve gotten innumerable colds, impetigo-induced strep throat twice, pink eye and the croup.

This week there was a notice for some unpronounceable rash I’ve never heard of as well as a post that my child “may have been exposed to lice.”  Great.  Nate isn’t quite the cue ball Jake was– though his hair is still somewhat hard to see if the lighting is bad.  I’m hoping this will work to our advantage.

I really, really do not want to add this to my list of the ickiest childhood illnesses I never had till I was a grown-up…