Foot and What?
It’s been two weeks since Dash started day care here on base, and as expected, he’s been coming home smelling like piss and looking like a homeless child. I dress him well, and it’s like these people don’t even understand the value of outfits: they don’t last forever, people. Yet, I refuse to send my son out into the world in sweatpants and sport-oriented shirts.
This week he got sent home one day because of a Hand, Foot & Mouth disease scare. Yep, HAND FOOT AND MOUTH DISEASE. Apparently they had a couple of confirmed cases, and Daschel had a rash. They had to be sure, so they ordered me to take him to the clinic. The doctor said he had a heat rash from the long weekend [we already knew that, but the day care wasn't interested in our layman diagnoses, only theirs mattered].
So, let me get this straight: Hand foot and mouth disease, confirmed cases, and I’m supposed to send him back? They must be insane. He’s finishing this week, then I don’t know what will happen. The school year is almost over and I’ll be jobless again, so who the heck cares?
I’m anxious for September when German kindergarten begins and he can get off this damned base. So much sickness and strangeness he doesn’t need to be exposed to.
In the meantime, my friends and I are going for tattoos this weekend. I’m thinking about something on my neck near my collar bone, or on my chest right below the collar bone. I won’t tell you what it is until it’s done, but feel free to comment on my location choice: obviously I adore being judged. Keep in mind both arms and wrists are taken.
Cheers












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