Thursday, December 8, 2011
The Cutting Room Floor
My daughter has worms.
I saw them.
I know. I told you. It is the grossest thing of all! I have seen a lot of gross things, but I have never been so wigged out.
She goes to nursery at church where there are 16 children aged 18 months to 3 years. They all share toys. I have also been taking her to our local Fred Meyer play center. She could have picked them up from one of those places--or from who knows where else because she bites her fingernails all of the time.
We all had to take the grody medicine. Even though I just washed all of the bedding after we passed around the flu and strep throat, I am washing all of the bedding again. Pinworms are sensitive to sunlight so there are cushions and other difficult to wash items strewn all over the yard. I'll be washing down the house with Clorox, again. Everyone has become obsessed with washing their hands. One child who has been struggling to stop sucking her thumb is so grossed out by the possibility of getting worms that she has stopped.
And even though all of the literature emphasizes that having worms is not a sign of bad hygiene or poor house-keeping, everyone knows where those little buggers come from. Let's just say, someone didn't wash their hands.
So, while you are reading those happy, everything is great, we are smart and talented and well-traveled Christmas letters, don't get too down in the dumps. Remember, things like worms don't usually make the missives.