Somewhere in the last 5 years, my definition for what is gross has gotten pretty narrow. With Birdy, I was all, OMG, she can’t be on a floor that isn’t sanitized and spotless. What if she finds a grain of sand? Are our floors organic!?! With The Professor, it was more like, Eh, Birdy ate sandbox sand and survived. His shots are up to date, right? By the time we got to WTWhammy, I’d relaxed so much that Identify the Mystery Object in the Diaper had all but become a polite parlor game reserved for fancy dinner parties. WTFather once presented me with a dirty WTWhammy diaper containing pink-glitter, pieces of green crayon, and a price tag that read CLEARANCE $4.47. It was impressive. Parenting CHANGES you.
So it wasnt that surprising that I shrugged off Birdy’s first LICE LETTER. Hand, Foot and Mouth phone calls didn’t faze me at all. I have a reputation for being the mom who doesn’t care if your kids are slimy on play-group day. No rash, no fever, no problem is the WTFamily motto.
And then ..
Something happened last week that shook the foundation of my very identity as the laid-back mom: