You gotta love those notes you get with your kids from the school: "Your child may have been exposed to the following illness" and they attach a sheet with "strep" or "lice" or "Influenza" only they use the technical terms and you think you need to watch your kid 24/7 to see if they sprout a new foot out of their head or something.

Yeah, we've gotten a lot of those, lately. Winter is such a crappy time for being sick. Or being in Public school. Although I would imagine private schools have their own share of germs. ;-)

Since I have no desire to home school my children, (I am not an advocate merely becaue *I* could never do it) I have to just bundle them up, teach them to wash their hands, and pray they don't have run-ins with the sick kids. Although I cringe when I hear stuff like:

"Mom! Guess what? Tommy threw up on me on the bus today!"

I had a sad lot as a kid. I was a head taller than all the other girls, so my teachers naturally assumed I was more responsible. (HA!) So, whenever a girl threw up on herself in class, GUESS who was chosen to walk her to the bathroom and help her get cleaned up? Yep. Moi. I can think of four different times, at least, during elementary school. I'm sure my mother would have loved to hear about that.

I made a small change to my story yesterday--Hubby is reading it and mostly he's driving me nuts (because he's a pragmatic adult and the story was written for kids who still can suspend disbelief) but he had a good point about one of my characters, so I made the change. Way to go, Hubby! I promised him I'd buy him a Clive Cussler book if he got through my story. He's such a trooper, especially since YA with copious amounts of Teen Angst isn't exactly his "cup of tea."

Lots to do today. I'd best get to it.