Okay, not really. I'm not a superstitious person. But that's what this past week has felt like. I was thinking how nice it was that we'd all been healthy this winter. Then Grace got sick, then she got better, then she got sick. Then I got sick and Grace was still sick. Then Grace started to feel better and Ava got sick. Then I still felt bad and Ava was like, meh, and then Nate got sick. (This was all in about 72 hours' time.) And now, the kids are pretty much okay, I am feeling better but still sort of lousy, and Grace might have conjunctivitis.
God, save me from conjunctivitis! No, really. Please?
I have become a wraith-like figure that roams from room to room of the house, obsessively disinfecting doorknobs and remote controls. Sometimes, on moonlit nights, you can hear me rummaging for cough medicine and spraying disinfectant on the refrigerator door handle. And the control pad of the microwave! For goodness' sake, don't forget to disinfect the microwave or you will all surely die.
In fact, let's all just stop touching things that other people will eventually touch. Can we agree to do that? All you're doing is spreading contagion and you should stop.
I am losing it just a little. Trying to give eye drops to a vengeful 2 year old will do that to a person.