There is one thing in this world that makes me act like a paranoid freak...its the dreaded evil stomach virus. I have had trouble with this particular illness since I was a little kid. Someone pukes, I run. I need to puke...I deny it til I am overcome with tears and crying for my mommy. No kidding. So, how did someone like me ever decide to have kids???? I think I must have convinced myself that my kids would be above it all...and they would know to throw up in the toilet, and not on carpets, in their beds, on their clothes, on me.... HAHAHAHAHA!
Sammy is now 7, and in her 7 years, she has had the virus 4 times. 4 times that I remember VIVIDLY. Melly is almost 4, and she has had it 2x...and counting. Sammy was sick earlier this week, and now my sitter has it. Chris, Melly and I have so far escaped...but I do not kid myself, no one escapes this...you can't hide! The germs find you, and when you are least expecting it...BAM, you are down for the count! I have washed my hands at least a thousand times, they are raw from antibacterial soap.
I can remember being about 12, at my Aunt Kathy's house on Staten Island. My sister got sick, and threw up orange juice all over their front lawn, and then later in their living room. My cousin Gina and I both experienced sympathy pains and rain away screaming. My mom was sooo mad at me, and I totally can see why she was, but I was not faking. I truly cannot control the spins and twists of my own stomach when I know someone else is getting sick. Its awful. And here I am, 2 days after my oldest daughter got sick...waiting for the proverbial "other shoe" to drop, or in this case, shoes. Reminds me of the South Park episode where all the parents want their kids to get Chicken Pox from the one kid who has them...at least once the kids get it, they know they are done. I know we are not done, and as much as I don't want the 3 of us to get it, its inevitable, and the wait is killing me. I know, I should be in therapy for this!
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