Imagine if you will…Monday morning. All the pep talk and motivation you can drum up along with a cup of liquid energy (coffee) only to end in a declaration not 20 minutes into the work day. “That’s it…I’m done!”

Actually, back up a bit. Firstly, imagine a child covered head to toe in a bumpy rash. Monday morning now starts with a visit to the Pediatrician to see how in the world a child who was vaccinated against Varicella (Chickenpox) is, in fact, covered with those very pox. Of course, this is not how the day was supposed to start, but it is what it is, am I right?!

The Pediatrician kindly assured me that what my child has was not the Chickenpox I was certain it was. In all her wisdom, she was still in the process of walking in the door of our exam room when she pronounced, “Oh, that’s not Chickenpox!”

No, not Chickenpox. Thankfully. For a moment I was relieved that I hadn’t taken my darling Baby Girl to church the day before only to unknowingly infect all the little ones there with her devil pox. Whew. Crisis avoided.

Doc: That’s Hand, Foot and Mouth virus. Contagious. Extremely contagious. Little kid sickness… and anyone can get it. Oh yeah…definitely, that’s what it is.

*crickets chirping*

Me: So…..contagious, you say? 

Doc: Hugely. Big. So contagious. 

Me: *sigh* Alrighty then. 

So…to all the church folks out there we possibly infected, I’m so sorry. But hey, this too shall pass. In about 5-7 days. With a little discomfort. And the appearance of a polka-dotted, rashy whirlwind of energy.

That was the first two hours of my day. 

So, you ask, how in the world does this have anything to do with the picture that is attached to the blog post? 

Well, who doesn’t like a picture of a disgustingly humongous, flying (I’ve been recently made aware of this neat little trick) Palmetto cockroach? 

I see no hands raised. Interesting. 

Yeah, this nasty thing was waiting for me in my office at work. And you see that strategic placement there? All tucked into the corner, next to a wire protector? That made the whole situation even better.

It took two other co-workers, a bottle of hairspray, some desk tape, a wad of tissues and some subsequent therapy to walk away from the trauma of killing this beast. 

Hence: That’s it…I’m done.

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