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We're Getting Pink Eye - And Tonsillitis - For Christmas

Yes, Christmas Eve isn't until tomorrow, but I already received the best gift I could get this year. How? Let me set the scene for you:

My kids' preschool holds "special days" for each child. On those days, that child is the line leader, gets to tell the class what the weather is like, and brings in a secret item in a share sack for which they give clues and the class has to guess.

It is a pretty big deal for the four-year-old set.

But probably the biggest deal is that a parent or other adult goes to school with them that day. Our kids have brought both Mom and Dad, a grandparent and our Nanny to their various special days. It is a big deal.

And we love it. Its great for them and fun for us. But four months into the school year we are now firmly into a second time around this merry-go-round. For parents with one kid in the system its not a big deal. Everyone month or two they go into school. For us, its pretty much every month, often twice or sometimes three times., and nearing the end of the year, we aredays off, , we already been around the entire class once and are deeply ensconced in our second trip. I've been on one such trip.

THAT was how this post was going to start. Back when it was a soft, nice piece titled The Best Christmas Present Ever.

Instead, I'll say this. The family has been battling one illness after another for two straight weeks. It all started one Saturday night when I got a stomach bug. That turned into Liam and Mommy getting the stomach bug. We came out of that into Rand getting a head cold, and right from there Sadie got the stomach bug.

And then she got these really swollen eyes and head cold. We did our due diligence and called and talked to the doctor on call Saturday, who said its almost never pink eye. Almost never.

Except when it is.

And this part is a little gross, but the RN who treated her for tonsillitis and pink eye thinks the pink eye originated with... the stomach bug. That is right, she got pink eye, most likely, when something in her vomit worked its way into her eye.

Vomit. In her eye.

So, go ahead kids, take anyone to school you like. Heck, take the neighbor.

Just be well for Christmas. And don't give me pink eye.


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