Survivor

Note: this post is pretty much an update of my "sickies" post from last Sunday.

I held Carter's hand as he toddled beside me. A paper clung to the classroom door. I couldn't see what it said but its yellow highlighter marks gave me that "oh no" feeling.

ATTENTION PARENTS:

There is 1 confirmed case of stomach flu in our class.

My initial thoughts?

1. Yikes!

2. Carter is just recovering from his last illness.

3. I bet he's going to catch this bug...

4. Which means I will too.

Only a day later, I was right - Carter had the stomach flu. I won't get into the gross details because I am sure you can imagine. Well, a few days after that both sets of grandparents got it too. Oh, and then the hubster. Then the hubster's brothers and sisters. And just today, my brother is sick with the stomach flu too.

Where my assumptions went wrong: so far I have SURVIVED! Yup. Capital letters for this miracle and I am forever knocking on wood. I usually get sick so easily and it's interesting that I, the person who has been taking care of Carter the most, am flu-less. All of this has sparked a little OCD-ness slash germaphobia in my corner. Lysol and I are BFFs and I have been washing my hands like crazy.

Fierce mom mode it is this week. Got to get these bad boy germs out of my house!