I'm sick of all the sickness around here. I'll spare you the graphic details, but I was severely sick last Sunday. It took me all day Monday and Tuesday to recuperate, even though I couldn't keep to the bed for those two days due to other responsibilities. Sunday was actually the best day to be sick, since I babysat a friend's kid all day Saturday and then took my kids sledding that evening. Except that the man wasn't home and my amazing 9-year old Sass watched the boys till Daddy got home at 2PM. So between Sass and the Wii, I was at least able to get a little rest. That stomach virus took me out of the game though. It was awful. I haven't been that sick for a long long time. And then Bud got it Tues night and stayed home from school Wed. And today is Thurs (for those of you who didn't know) and I had to go pick Hamster up from preschool for the same illness.

What gets me about it is that I wash my hands about 20 times a day. I'm a mom, it's what I do. I wipe the cart handles off at the grocery store and even the steering wheel in the car cart for the kids. I make my kids wash their hands after they use the bathroom, although if you asked them, they would swear that I don't care if they do or not. I'm not a germaphobe by any stretch of the imagination, but in the winter I definitely take precautions.

So how did my kids get it? Maybe I don't really want to know. Kids kind of gross me out sometimes. But adults are worse by far. I spend my time at a graduate school all day. And I watch ADULTS not wash their hands. I watch ADULTS wipe their noses/mouths/eyes with their hands and then touch stuff. And then I read articles like this, and I'm ready to live in a bubble.