Ah… head lice season is upon us again! In the halls brave volunteer mothers line students up and pick like chimps through their hair. I have yet to see one stick a lout in her mouth to crack it. I am relieved by this. But I must admit that I spend most of my day scratching my head after passing one of the lice lines. An imaginary lout keeps me running to the mirror to check it out. Sheesh.
The piggy flu has us all amok with cleaning products and sanitation. I have previously confessed that I am a germaphobe. You know how every once in awhile you might find something in the fridge at the back of a shelf that can no longer be named? I throw those away… in a zip lock baggie. Bio-hazard. Go ahead and laugh. I know that it is weird.
In my library there are six available boxes of tissues for students to use. Two bottles of hand sanitizer… one for them and one for my personal use… and please do not touch my clean sanitizer bottle with your germy hands! I have Clorox wipes to do the door knobs, counters, tables, chair backs, keyboards, etc.
I am repulsed by the health department’s suggestion that everyone should sneeze into their inner elbow bend… hence the six available boxes of tissues around my room. Have they never watched children play? Where do you grab a kid when you want him to slow down or to get them to go with you… by their inner elbow bend! One hand goes directly onto the place where the health department tells kids to stash their germs. AAAGggggggg.
How about a little Mother Goose for you?
Sneeze on Monday, sneeze for danger; Sneeze on Tuesday, kiss a stranger; Sneeze on Wednesday, get a letter; Sneeze on Thursday, something better; Sneeze on Friday, sneeze for sorrow; Sneeze on Saturday, joy tomorrow!
Okay… so what does a sneeze mean on Sunday?
Here is my favorite Mother Goose rhyme. (If you read it right it can sound quite lewd.)
Baby and I were baked in a pie The gravy was wonderful hot! We had nothing to pay to the baker that day… So we crept right out of that pot!