Three Pants Day

[unknownfate]

It has been a messy day. I went through three pairs of pants before lunchtime. You've heard of a three dog night? This was a three pants day.

I would just like to say that children are disgusting. And I have a pretty high filth tolerance. Someone* decided that the best way to get rid of excess peanut butter would be to wipe it on the underside of the table where a person a little too big for said table would get it all over their knees. That's not so terrible now, but before I realized it was peanut butter, I was horrified. Almost very child in the room had something of similar color and texture hanging from their noses. I admit I was grossed out for a minute.

And that wasn't the worst of it! Thank goodness the D wing has a washer and dryer in the supply room, and that I had some laundry with me. That is almost bizarre good luck to have a bag of extra clothes on the same day that the universe decides that hygiene is boring.



*I suspect a little boy with Bambi eyes. It's hard to strangle a child with eyes like a puppy's and lashes like a llama's. From the front anyway.

Comments

[casinoland.livejournal.com]

you may not be able to strangle the child right away butif youlock them in a closet for an hour while playing death metal at them the cryand lose that doe eyed cute. it is replace by easily stranglable snotty whimpering.

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

If I didn't throttle him the day he bounced a volleyball off my glasses, I probably never will.