Boo Bug suddenly walked up to me yesterday afternoon, pulled up her shirt and said, “Hey mommy, I’ve got a dot on my tummy!”
Why, so she did. It looked like a little pimple. Hmm. Odd, but not crazy-odd.
Just as I was about to get up and start making dinner, Danger Mouse came into the office and said, “I’ve got dots on my tummy. And they itch.”
Sure enough, she has half a dozen largish ‘pimples’ on her tummy. And then she informed me that she also had some Down There.
By golly – she has quite a few Down There.
I ran out to the playroom, collared Boo Bug and said, “I want to check your dots.”
One dot on tummy. Three under her underwear.
Inspection revealed that Captain Adventure likewise has a few ‘pimples’ on his tummy but Eldest is free and clear.
We went immediately to their pediatrician, who said, “Ummmm…well, it could be contact dermatitis, or, it could be chickenpox.”
Apparently, the chickenpox they can still get after vaccination does not behave like the chickenpox of my youth. There may or may not be fever. There may or may not be massive quantities of dots spreading like wildfire over all their skin. There may or may not be sore throat, headache, or really any other symptom at all.
Adding to our uncertainty is the fact that these particular three Denizens take baths together, while Eldest bathes alone, thank you. It is entirely possible that these three all encountered something in the tub, maybe I didn’t rinse the cleanser thoroughly enough (great, yet another thing to feel guilty about) or perhaps they used a new soap or who knows really.
You know…when you start a new job, you get…a little ‘welcome aboard’ party. A new nameplate for your cubicle wall. A walk around being introduced to people. Hey! Sometimes you get taken out for lunch!
Me, I get itchy tummy-dots of mysterious origin, possibly contagious, possibly not.
But it isn’t really bothering me. Because! I don’t have to email anybody about it.
Hello, yes, I’m going to be encumbered with four children who may or may not have chickenpox. Yes, I’m aware this is about the eighteenth time this year. And that the average number of days per month is four. This is about weekly. Yes. I’m aware of that. I do math for a living, I understand how averages work. Thank you for pointing out the bloody frickin’ obvious. It makes it so much easier for me to deal with the fact that my kids may or may not have chickenpox and are in any case itchy and miserable to know that you’re ‘concerned’ about how often my kids are sick.
Go ahead and be sick, little ones. Get it out of your systems. I officially have nothing better to do than be with you.
Let’s make waffles for breakfast. Sure. We’ve got time.
Plenty of it.
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