The Rec Center has a strict policy.  Please keep your sick kids at home.  I’m all in agreement with it.  I mean, how many times over the years did  I mumble under my breath about all those rotten mothers who dragged around those kids with that thick green goo dangling from their nostrils (except you, Marelle.  I was never saying those things about you).  Don’t you have any social conscious?  Just because your kid is sick and you are tortured doesn’t mean that the rest of us need to get sick.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.  Because now I have this toddler that could be an inch from death and if he still doesn’t get his 10 mile morning run, he is hanging from the light fixtures.  And for heaven’s sake, it’s Monday.  Monday.  Which means that this is the BEGINNING of the week of activities.  Swimming, wiggles, swimming, school, school.  He can’t be missing any of these things.  Who will pay?  You got it.  Me. 

So I did what any self-respecting, conniving mother would do.  I put Mr. Snotty Nose into a steaming shower this morning for a half hour.  When he got out, he had more wrinkles than seen at t.v. time in the rec room at St. Anne’s Home for the Infirmed.  He had begged repeatedly to get out.  But as long as the river flowed, the steam shower continued.  It wasn’t until the end of the 30 minutes that his nose was dry as a bone.  I couldn’t have done better with a supersonic WetVac. 

Now I have to go and take pictures of my boy swimming in the pool with his dad.  I hope the other moms don’t catch on….