Nothing is more gross, grosser, or arguably as gross as 800 dirty little hands that touch dirty little faces and put dirty little fingers in dirty little mouths.
It brings to mind images from The Labrynth, but I wouldn't call them helping hands.
Welcome to elementary school!
Welcome to my hell, and the reason I will never be an elementary school teacher.
There has been a recent outbreak of a severe, though short lived, stomach virus locally. Although it began in a middle school, those middle school kids have little sisters or brothers in elementary school, or kids they like to hold at Wednesday night church who they spread the virus to. Some schools closed for two days and were "fogged"- whatever that means- to prevent further spread of the virus. Inevitably, as the mother of an elementary school student, whatever is going around at some point or another comes a knockin' on my front door via sweet little carrier Booboo.
Luckily enough, our household had a not-so-severe but longer lasting version of this stomach virus last month, so we had the anti-bodies to prevent that. However, Booboo brought home something instead anyway.
You know, just for kicks cause she's sweet like that.
It was something akin to the flu, but according to my University Infirmary not the flu, that sucked just as bad. My sister and I were laid up almost four days downing meds, Gatorade, and chicken broth. Booboo managed to avoid the whole thing.
I dunno where I'm going with this... kids are gross, wash your hands long enough to sing "Happy Birthday" twice and do it frequently, and put yourself in a bubble.
It brings to mind images from The Labrynth, but I wouldn't call them helping hands.
Welcome to elementary school!
Welcome to my hell, and the reason I will never be an elementary school teacher.
There has been a recent outbreak of a severe, though short lived, stomach virus locally. Although it began in a middle school, those middle school kids have little sisters or brothers in elementary school, or kids they like to hold at Wednesday night church who they spread the virus to. Some schools closed for two days and were "fogged"- whatever that means- to prevent further spread of the virus. Inevitably, as the mother of an elementary school student, whatever is going around at some point or another comes a knockin' on my front door via sweet little carrier Booboo.
Luckily enough, our household had a not-so-severe but longer lasting version of this stomach virus last month, so we had the anti-bodies to prevent that. However, Booboo brought home something instead anyway.
You know, just for kicks cause she's sweet like that.
It was something akin to the flu, but according to my University Infirmary not the flu, that sucked just as bad. My sister and I were laid up almost four days downing meds, Gatorade, and chicken broth. Booboo managed to avoid the whole thing.
I dunno where I'm going with this... kids are gross, wash your hands long enough to sing "Happy Birthday" twice and do it frequently, and put yourself in a bubble.
TRUE STORY:
ReplyDeleteWhile working at the Environmental Ed center, I contracted hands-foot-and-mouth disease from some grimy little petri dish (aka child). Imagine my dismay when I learned that this is spread through FECAL MATTER. I unknowingly touched some little kids almost invisible shit stain and got this bizarre illness. GROSS