Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than the prospect of my kids getting sick.   I go from being this laid back, go-with-the-flow kind of Mom to a survivor of the zombie apocalypse who’s defending her house from the walking dead!

Illnesses don’t just come and go in my house.  Everyone gets sick, no matter how much I clean and sanitize.  On Friday, one of the teachers from my Son’s school informed me that there was a nasty stomach bug going around.  In fact, an entire class of grade three students were absent that day due to the illness.  She added that it would only be a matter of time before the bug made its way down through the grades.  My stomach turned (pardon the pun!).  Colds and flus are annoying enough, but I do NOT want to deal with projectile vomit!

Naturally, the unrealistic thoughts start to brew in my head.  First, I try and convince myself that everyone will be well by Monday.  Yeah right brain…the health fairy is gonna fly around to all of the sick children and magically banish the stomach bug.  Next, I convince myself that my Son hasn’t been in contact with anyone who is sick (which is totally possible!).  That silly thought was stomped into the ground when I discovered that several of his friends are just getting over the bug.  Ok…Ok…I can handle that.  He really didn’t spend much time around those friends over the past few days, so we should still be good.  So I try and reassure myself once again that we are contact free.  Well this evening I went to the local corner store and was speaking with one of the employees and she proceeds to tell me about her day which consisted of cleaning up vomit from her two very sick sons.  WHAT?!  Are you kidding me?!?!  *gasp* *choke* *cough*  CONTACT!!

After leaving the store, I sanitize the crap out of my hands and finally come to terms with reality – if my kids are going to get sick, they’re going to get sick…no matter what I do.  I can’t very well quarantine them from their friends, school and other activities.  If they do get sick, I will simply deal with the problem then.  It’s not the end of the world after all.

I certainly hope I didn’t jinx myself by purchasing Lysol spray and Mister Clean in advance.