Dear Preschool Germs

Dear Preschool Germs,

You suck. I understand that the germ community is probably snickering merrily about its sweet revenge against someone who grew up with rubbing alcohol as the default smell at home.

But don’t blame the kids for the sins (such as they were) of the parents. I most definitely did not choose to grow up in a house with two microbiologists. So germs, your all out warfare right now against P just seems unfair.

At the tail end of 2011, dear germs, your abundance made P lose out on Halloween and her preschool’s Christmas pageant. Despite my utter dislike of that ghoulish festival that ends October, I bought Ms. P a Super Girl costume and was fully planning on taking her trick-or-treating. Until you came along and gave her an ear infection (her first!), forcing us to stay put for the night.

And then you decided to have a party in her other ear, just in time for getting all dressed up and singing Jingle Bells in front of adoring parents. No pageant for us.

Now, fiendish germs, you have struck again, making P sick on her birthday. HER BIRTHDAY. I was planning a party for this weekend (even though her real birthday is actually today), had sent out the invitations, and had started planning what to make.

But alas, the slight cough that appeared on New Year’s Eve took hold with full force, turning into a full-blown flu by January 2. All week a feverish P has been completely miserable. Poor thing.

Well, the party for Saturday may be cancelled, but you know what germs? We’ll win out in the end. We couldn’t go trick-or-treating in November or take over the stage to sing carols after the pageant date. But a birthday party do-over? Bring it on.

Bring it.

Does Costco sell rubbing alcohol?

Sincerely,

M