We went there for the first time ever, two times last week (as incentive rewards for pooping in the potty, which doesn't happen often, and not hitting the baby, which also doesn't happen often). Or maybe I should say, "F*ck you, SpringFest!" that we attended at Delaney's school, along with about 200 other kids and their parents. Or, perhaps it should be, "F*ck you, three playdates!" that we had last week. Or even, "F*ck you, preschool!" Because somehow, somewhere, no matter how much Purell I used or how many times I scrubbed her little hands, Delaney caught strep throat.
I was really trying to stifle my germaphobic tendencies by letting Delaney loose at Chuck E. Cheese even though I was dreading it, even though I was pretty sure she'd get sick. And she did. But you know what? The world didn't end. She's on antibiotics and will feel better tomorrow. I guess that's what I have to remind myself of. Kids get sick no matter what you do or how you try to protect them. They may as well have fun doing it.
And the plus side to this whole thing? She is NAPPING now, something she's practically given up. So, this kid-getting-sick thing? Not so terribly bad after all.
Which is why I've completely avoided The Chuck altogether thus far. Minus that nap idea. Damn, that's ALMOST worth it..
Posted by: Mrs. Flinger | May 09, 2008 at 12:03 AM
Cheesy Up-Chucks gave my Delaney lice. I hate that place.
Posted by: Crazy Lady | May 18, 2008 at 12:23 AM
Perhaps your overuse of Purell and germophobia has prevented poor little Delany from developing helpful immunities to common germs. Some exposure is healthy you moron. F* You - you made your kid sick.
Posted by: Jaime | July 01, 2008 at 12:25 PM