Not Cool

Dear Germs who have Invaded my Family,

You are Not Cool.

Most germs come in, wreak havoc for 24 hours and then are on their way. You, however, must love this home since you have decided to stick around for 5 days now, and counting. I don't blame you, it's a beautiful home, but you have overstayed your welcome.

Because of you we have disinfected sheets, blankets, towels, couches, carpets and bathtubs. I have lost count of loads of laundry, and our house has a not-so-nice stench about it. Poor Adam has had 4 baths and a shower in the last 24 hours. In the first days we denied him the food and amounts of water he was begging us for (yes, begging) because you wouldn't allow his belly to keep anything down for almost 48 hours. He resorted to requests for baths or hand-washing just to try to drink the water. Heartbreaking, I tell you!

Not cool. Not cool at all.

The only decent thing you've done since you arrived is release Sam from your clutches in less than a day.

And I don't appreciate the sneak attack on me either. I was fine with your discomforts for most of the week, but today's surprise blow has kept me in bed and out of commission, exhausting me but preventing me from sleeping. I feel helpless as I hear crying kiddos.

Don't you dare touch Michael. Amazing he doesn't have symptoms yet. He came home from a business trip to all this and has been juggling his work, his usual care of Sam, plus looking after Adam and me with soup and water. Oh, and not to mention cleaning, scrubbing, and washing off your after effects.

So, please, go away! If you keep this up tomorrow we'll have to take Adam in to the ER for an IV. His peanut stature can't take much more.

And please don't go to anyone else's house. Don't go away mad, just go away.

Signed,
Had Enough in Ohio