This Is The Song That Doesn't End
I think I'm going to lose my mind. My kids are sick. Red is getting worse. Little Bug is still very ill.... and now Baby Girl looks like she is getting it. She and Hubby had something else about a week ago - bad sore throat and a cough. The rest of us have had this upper respiratory infection. And now... well, I think she's getting it. Do you know how long it's been since everyone in this house has been healthy??? BLAHGRRRWAAAAAAAAH! (That's one of my new words. It means I'm so frustrated with this crap that just one word won't cover how I feel)
I have wiped every surface known to man. I have washed bedding and clothes and towels and every other item they could possibly come in contact with. Repeatedly. I bought stock in Lysol and then bought a few hundred cases to fumigate my home. You know, the stuff that is supposed to kill 99.9% of bacteria, viruses and germs? Apparently this virus is one of the .1% not covered. It won't die. I am waging a war and I am losing. Badly.
I'm not ready to wave the white flag of defeat just yet. We are replacing toothbrushes and possibly pillows. I'm going to take the kids outside tomorrow (it was in the 80's today, supposed to be about the same tomorrow... no harm in going out and eating lunch or something) and then I'm going to set of a nuclear Lysol bomb in my house.
As soon as the fallout has dissipated, we will return to our home. And maybe, just maybe we can get healthy again. Now, where did I put that gas mask?