The first week of school

I didn't think much about it until I relayed the stories to my mother who was laughing, sympathetic and horrified all at once. Really, the first two days were fine. It was the following days where things got a little hairy.

Ella appeared to have pinkeye, but nothing alarming. Barely noticeable. Neither Jeff nor I could stay home with her. So off to school she went with clear instructions to touch nothing and wash her hands every 30 minutes. I had hopeful thoughts that I wouldn't get a phone call to pick her up. Bad mommy. I know it's wrong. I'm sorry.

Then, Kyra comes home with reports of a bloody nose and blood-stained clothing. Apparently, she used her sleeve to stop the gushing blood. The next day? A continuation of both. Pinkeye now in both eyes. Well, off to school you go. Don't touch anything. Wash your hands.

Then, on the way to the train I landed in an ankle deep puddle in Keds. Fabulous. Yes, karma. I know all about it. Finally, a call from the morning Kindergarten teacher that Kyra had TWO bloody noses by 11:30 in the morning. So my kid likes to pick her nose. What can I do?

On a positive note, the pediatrician does not think Ella has pinkeye because it's not goopy and crusty. Maybe just allergies. But Kyra? Probably just nerves. The week is almost over. Where's my wine?