Having an autoimmune disease, I try to be very cautious in cold and flu season. However, there are times when precautions just don't work.
Alexandra is always the first one in the house to get sick. Probably because she chews her fingernails and her fingers are always in her mouth, or the fact that she doesn't wear all of the clothes I send her to school with at recess. But I am just her mother and like all mothers, I know nothing.
Curran usually catches whatever his sister has come down with. This child is so much of a germ-a-phobe he hates wiping his runny nose for fear of getting his hands snotty and wants a clean shirt every time he coughs or sneezes into his elbow. I think he is going to end up being a kid with a fanny pack full of antibacterial wipes and hand sanitizer.
It never fails, when both of these two kids are sick. They want to be near me; okay not just near, but touching me at all times. If I want them to have a sleep, I need to lay down with them. If I want to watch TV or read a book, they are fighting over who gets to sit on which knee. I have yet to figure out how to avoid catching whatever they have. No amount of lysol, air filters, or antibacterial soap seems to work; I even tried face masks once. Unfortunately, being on immuno-suppressants is like a guarantee that I will catch what everyone else has.
On days like today, I look forward to the time when my children want nothing to do with me. Maybe then they won't make me sick.
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