Holy crap, is it ever awesome to own kids.
This week we've been blindsided by pandemic after pandemic, and it's at times like these that I'm truly grateful I decided to trade in all that surplus money and free time I had lying around the house for two, self-destructive germ factories.
So we're staying on top of her, reminding her that it is not acceptable for anyone between the ages of 2 and 82 to crap their pants. Alas, our rationalizing isn't helping the situation out very much, and the problem persists - we may be in this fight for awhile. Stay tuned.
In other-but-just-as-disgusting news, a horrible infestation broke out like a prairie fire in Alayna's classroom this week. I went to go pick her up from school after I got out of work the other day, and as I walked into her classroom I noticed every, single kids' personal effects - their coats, backpacks, nap rolls, etc. - were tied up in large, plastic bags with their names written on them. The carpets were being shampooed, and everything made of fabric was being treated.
It doesn't take a parent long to figure out what the hell was going on.
Lice.
This is arguably the worst thing about having kids. Seriously. All it takes is one asshole sending his kid to school with lice and the whole school comes down with it. If it was an easy thing to get rid of - like the common cold or other such highly-contagious inconveniences - sure, it'd be a different story. But NO, lice are a pain in the ass to get rid of once those little a-holes get a hold of your kids' heads. You have to clean everything in your house, which is a far-cry from the 'not so much' we're currently cleaning around here in Casa de Hough.
Fortunately, Alayna doesn't have it, and she's been keeping her hair up in a ponytail all week, just to play it safe. I guess the guilty parties have been quarantined and barred entry into the school, but we're still a little shaken up by the threat.
Again, in summary, it's awesome having kids. Tell your friends.
This week we've been blindsided by pandemic after pandemic, and it's at times like these that I'm truly grateful I decided to trade in all that surplus money and free time I had lying around the house for two, self-destructive germ factories.
For the last week or so, Abby's been having 'accidents' in her pants. At first, we chocked this up to diarrhea, which she had for awhile there (that was a blast, believe me), but now she's continuously crapping her pants. Who the hell knows why - that chick's been potty-trained for nearly 8 months. I guess she decided that taking a crap on a toilet was 'highly recommended' instead of 'something every person in society does on a regular basis.'
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In other-but-just-as-disgusting news, a horrible infestation broke out like a prairie fire in Alayna's classroom this week. I went to go pick her up from school after I got out of work the other day, and as I walked into her classroom I noticed every, single kids' personal effects - their coats, backpacks, nap rolls, etc. - were tied up in large, plastic bags with their names written on them. The carpets were being shampooed, and everything made of fabric was being treated.
It doesn't take a parent long to figure out what the hell was going on.
Lice.
This is arguably the worst thing about having kids. Seriously. All it takes is one asshole sending his kid to school with lice and the whole school comes down with it. If it was an easy thing to get rid of - like the common cold or other such highly-contagious inconveniences - sure, it'd be a different story. But NO, lice are a pain in the ass to get rid of once those little a-holes get a hold of your kids' heads. You have to clean everything in your house, which is a far-cry from the 'not so much' we're currently cleaning around here in Casa de Hough.
Fortunately, Alayna doesn't have it, and she's been keeping her hair up in a ponytail all week, just to play it safe. I guess the guilty parties have been quarantined and barred entry into the school, but we're still a little shaken up by the threat.
Again, in summary, it's awesome having kids. Tell your friends.
- Brian
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