Today did not end well. I should have realized the very minute that I heard the word "poop" that gloves were in order. Somehow I just didn't think that I would need them to untie the shoes of a kindergartener so he could change his (poopy) clothes. I was wrong.
It was everywhere: on his shoes, on the floor, even in the nurse's office. It was a veriable poop extravaganza!
Gallons of hot, soapy water and innumerable squirts of hand sanitizer later, I was finally breathing easy. Gone are the days of simply crinkling up your nose and blase-ly washing your hands. Now we worry about Hepatitis and AIDS and every other disease under the sun.