Enough With the Lysol Already ...

Poison Ivy. Two words no Mom wants to hear four days before her daughter's dance recital, and certainly not something she wants to see when she comes home from work at the end of an already stressful day.

Even worse is finding out how upset her daughter was by the way people reacted to the news. How they followed her around the house with Lysol spray and told her she couldn't touch anything, and had to sit on one certain chair until it was time for her to go home as if she was some horribly contagious thing.

But knowledge is power. Turn any computer on and google poison ivy and you can find out in a matter of seconds that poison ivy is only contagious as long as the oil remains on the skin. And since the exposure to the poison ivy happened on Sunday, it was a given that the oil on the skin had been sufficiently washed off by Tuesday afternoon. In other words, those who overreacted ought to be ashamed of themselves for making my girl feel like the local leper.

I'm trying not to rant about this ... Really, I am. But as one who knows first hand the feelings you get over being followed around by someone who cares more about making sure they sanitize the air behind you than how you're feeling, the whole thing just rubs me the wrong way. Argh!

All that aside, I'm happy to report that KC has been successfully treated with an oatmeal bath and a calamine rub and is now sleeping blissfully unaware of her own itchiness.