Poison Ivy and the Wild Child

Ok, today at work was VERY eventful. The first thing that happened was that I discovered the reason why our little Cameron has been scratching at his ankles for the last 2 days. Yesterday he told me it was because he scraped himself on the sidewalk at home, but then today I noticed something a little strange and as I pulled down his sock I realized it was NOT just a scrape, it was now pussy and swollen! To make matters worse it had spread to various parts of his body. I said, "Cameron...what is this?" And then he finally remembered that mommy said it was poison ivy. GREEEAT. Poor little thing had it all over him. Well then I had to call his mom and tell her it had gotten progressively worse, which was nerve-racking since it was my first parent phone call. She was really nice about it, so thankfully that at least went well. Poor little Cameron was quarantined most of the day, although I'm pretty sure I had serious contact with it since I was with him all morning.....I came straight home from work and washed my arms and hands like a madwoman. Not to mention I used about half my bottle of anti-bacterial sanitizer through out the day due to my constant paranoia. We'll see if i get any rashes...

Second episode of the day occured with a new boy we have in our class named Breydan. He's never been to daycare and hasn't taken the best liking to it (i wouldn't either if i was his age), so one can only imagine what it's like trying to pry him away from his mom when she drops him off. Can you say NIGHTMARE? Today I was the "lucky" one who got to wrangle him. He turns violent in seconds when its time for his mom to leave...kicking, screaming bloody murder, thrashing...the whole gammit. Today I didn't pick him up the right way and almost dropped him as he tried to get away from me! It was intense, let me tell ya. Thankfully that only lasted about 5 minutes and he calmed down after that. I'm just glad i didn't sustain any major injuries.

So there is are my two interesting encounters of the day. As crazy and chaotic as 15 3-yr.-olds can be at least they make my life interesting.