Second, I really could use some sleeping in time as my son didn't go to bed until 5:30am, complaining about itchy feet. Yeah, so I was raised in a house of girls, and we were fairly prissy, so I didn't realize my son was carrying FILTH AND PESTILENCE on his body in the form of athlete's foot. BOYS ARE GROSS. Your locker rooms are a cesspool, evidently, and as such have infected my pristine child (lol) with disease.
I am now armed with rubber gloves, Lysol to spray the bathtub and floor down (and to have him do after each shower) new insoles for his shoes and some tough-actin' Tinactin. Next up is to drag him to Target or the Walmarts to get some shower shoes. BOYS ARE NASTY. I keep getting the heebie jeebies every time I think about it. BLECH. I know, I know, it's pretty dang common, and it's not like he has lice (glah - I would burn my house down) but groooooooss. Boys: bringing filth home from the time they learn how to walk.
(It's weird that I have this reaction as my dream - my dream!!! - was to be a parasitologist. I still love reading up on that topic, it's just that this is in my HOUSE not a lab or out in the field.)
It's going to be 70 degrees today. o_0 It'll drop to the upper 40s next week, because weather here is kooky like that. (I will be watching Jersey Shore later this morning, OH MY GOD I DON'T WANT IT TO BE OVER. *cries* Ahahaha.)
[ETA] I just got a phone call from my sister, the one who has non-verbal autism. She said [in her way] that she is excited to come be with me and the kids for the week. She also said, "I love you, Laura." Like, all four words. I'm grinning from ear to ear, and there might be some tears involved, but I won't admit anything. <3 :) <3