We’ve been battling “the sick” in our house for what seems like weeks.
It’s gross, ugly, and turns patient mommy into frustrated mommy when she is woken up by insistent coughing and cries for medicine in the middle of the night.
But no matter how tempted I am to run to the clinic over a sore throat or cough, this time we are toughin’ it out!
No more 5 hour visits to the hospital just to contract eye germs from the girl in the pjs who wants to tell me all about her life and why she’s curled in a ball sniffling.
Or to sit there while teenagers swear and kick each other requiring me to take out my trusty Throat Punch.
I’d rather do laundry.
So this time we’re killing “the sick” the old fashioned way.
With baby wipes, Windex, and vitamin C.
Because that’s what my mom, inlaws, and the movies said to do.
Just leave my Mother of the year award at the front door.