All of us.
I think, dare I not say this aloud, that we all have the flu.
Now for some reason when someone says they have the flu people immediately conjure up images of vomiting and other such nastiness. When in reality most of the time the flu is just a hyperactive cold that just won’t leave.
I can officially say that I’ve had mine now for a week. I woke up with a pounding head and sore throat shortly after returning home from visiting my parent’s house and it’s only grown from there. Although I’m 99% sure that Chuck has the same thing he’s refusing to admit it as though refusing to do so will somehow keep the sickness from occurring. Instead it only makes him cranky and the rest of us crankier. Catherine became sick with it yesterday and is enjoying the attention and dramatics that come with being sick and Max…poor Max always seems to get the worst of everything. He’s so sick right now that I’m beginning to worry that his is turning into something beyond the flu. He does seem to be the most vulnerable one in the family for these sorts of things.
The trickiest thing of course is that with Chuck and I both working full time it becomes hard to take time off. It’s not that either of our workplaces don’t grant sick leave…they do…but both of us have schedules at the moment that are jam packed with meetings, tasks and other places to be which makes canceling even a single day to stay home with the kids a difficulty.
Mary, our daycare provider, has been great throughout the whole thing. Unless the kids are running a temperature she’s taken them. Most of the daycare kids have been out this week as the flu runs rampant in the schools and older brothers and sisters, and the school aged children that get on and off the bus at daycare quickly pass it around. Mary spent the first day being mortified. She has a strict hand washing schedule at the daycare and the toys are sanitized DAILY. Kids are not allowed to bring toys from home, and all bedding used is property of the daycare and washed weekly. I think it took her a little while to come to grips with the fact that despite her best efforts there was still an outbreak of sickness at daycare.
Meanwhile at home our house is disgusting. The kids have been sneezing and coughing and wiping their snot covered fingers all over everything. It’s enough to make you vomit based on principle alone. Chuck and I joked that if you could buy bug bombs to fumigate your house you should be able to buy a similar product to sanitize your home after a sickness. If it were warmer I’d just open the windows. Currently it’s 3 degrees…not QUITE warm enough.
Sigh. Is it spring YET?
I’m going to have to resort to vulgar language soon about that.
Needless to say I think this weekend I’m going to make a pilgrimage out to purchase new sheets…at the very least for our bed.
Where does a sick snot covered child end up at 3am?
On YOUR pillow. Thus eliminating the last piece of sanctuary you thought you had. You pray you don’t get sick just so you won’t have to lay down in your own bed because it’s now full of kid cooties.
And that’s plain gross.
I’m not sure if it was a Capulet or a Montague that put this plague upon my house…but when I find the bastard………….