Children are wonderful little growing pots of imagination and and excitement. They also happen to be cute little cesspools of viruses and germs. There is a special circle of life that exists when children are introduced into a household.
Child goes out in public. Child touches every possible exposed surface while in public. Child comes down with sniffles and proceeds to spread proliferated disease around the house. Mom gets disease from taking care of sick child and living in the same house. Dad gets sick from mom. Child feels better and has erroneously large amounts of energy while mom and dad are dying. Mom and dad start feeling better. Child goes out into public.
Repeat weekly starting September through March.
No amount of cleanser, sanitizer or no-touching rules interrupts this cycle. (Although I'm pretty certain my husband is attempting to overdose on hand sanitizer...)
I have been more sick in the last five years since Miss K arrived on the scene than in the decade prior. Hubby liked to boast that he never got sick before we got together. Enter child onto the scene and hubby has graciously accepted his place in the wonderful circle of family disease-sharing.
What does any good self suffering parent do after accepting one's sickly lot in life? Why go have another little virus factory, of course!
No comments:
Post a Comment