You know the stories about hard city streets where dealers sell drugs next to kids on the playground?



I kinda feel like I scored at the playground yesterday.



The dope? A swine flu shot.

For weeks, I've been checking the web site at my pediatrician's office for updates on H1N1 shots but every time I look I find the same answer: No word on when we're getting the vaccine.



And when they do get it? They're only giving it to kids ages 12-24 months.



Let's see.... that leaves five of the six members of our family unprotected.



Not liking those odds.

I got good news when Esme's school sent word they'd vaccinate her but at the same time I learned Josephine and Desmond's preschool won't.



Health officials declared H1N1 a pandemic months ago, the President declared it a national emergency a week ago, and friends and family talk in hushed whispers about the people they know laid flat - or worse - by this flu.



But I can't find anyone to vaccinate my kids - or me - and the clock is running.



Tick tock. Tick tock.



Enter the Ladies of the Playground...

Read the rest of Dana Damico's story at Feast After Famine.