Sick

So as if parenting isn't hard enough, kids have to go off and get sick. Don't worry...Little Bear isn't super sick. She just picked up a little something the other day, probably from doing something weird like licking a restaurant table or touching everything in the grocery store checkout line.

I've never been much of a germ freak. I wash my hands, I cover my mouth when I sneeze and I try to avoid people who cough in my face. But having a kid is making me seriously reconsider my approach. I've always lived my life thinking that a hug from germ covered arms was building my immune system and if I use a paper towel to open a public restroom door, I'd probably live to see another day. But now I am a carrier. The germs don't stop on me. I'm just a detour. The main course has red hair and a tendency to chew on anything that isn't moving very fast. And this makes me want to disinfect everything everyday. Or wash my hands every 12 minutes. 

I know Tiny is going to get sick. She's a kid which means she and her baby friends are cute little petri dishes of germ cocktails. But I don't like it. It makes me want to be one of those weirdos who makes everyone wear rubber gloves and masks when they interact with my child. But, really, that's too much work. I guess instead I'll keep some hand sanitizer in my pocket and I'll stock up on Clorox wipes because I have a feeling this battle has only just begun.