Well, everyone, I get the worst mom in the world award! Thank you. Thank you. When I picked my daughter up from school yesterday, her head was itchy. Of course my first fear is the dreaded "L" word. Upon checking, I just noticed some redness; no big deal just dry skin. She takes after me and this harsh winter has not been friendly to our skin; or so I thought. "Get your homework finished and eat this early dinner, you've got soccer practice tonight." And off we go an hour later to a facility 30 minutes away for some good ol' indoor soccer. When we leave I notice her face is really red. "Wow, you really got a workout." Uh-Oh, silly mommy, look closer! By the time we made the trip back home she was broke out in welts and urticaria from head to toe. Hello, I'm a nurse and I'm still an idiot. My husband immediately jerked off her clothes and started a warm bath because she felt she was on fire. I, on the other hand, was running frantically to my bathroom to grab the benadryl. Needless to say that within an hour, she was fine. I, however, suck! Yes, I made a good recovery with the Benadryl-and-game-of-hokey-pokey-while-I-combed-her-hair-to-prevent-her-from-scratching-her-skin-off-until-the-meds-kicked-in. After all was said and done I wanted to drink a bottle, yes bottle, of my husbands wine and cry myself to sleep. Pity party, I know. So silly, but at the time, so scary. This morning we are back on track. I politely, yes I promise I was polite, alerted the teacher to last nights armageddon and asked that she watch out for further instances. Maybe we'll have a good rest of week and mommy can not become a lush. As I leave you, I ponder this.."What would Lorelai Gilmore do?"