This is an EVICTION NOTICE.
You are no longer welcome in our home.
I understand that you are only trying to survive by moving from child to child, jumping from hand to nose to mouth. I appreciate that you didn't come specifically for us, that we are just a convenient vector for your life. I know that you aren't attacking us personally and that many of your friends and relatives are visiting our friends and relatives too.
But enough is enough. I don't want you around anymore.
I can't take any more of the fevers and the coughing and the nose wiping and the whines of "my ear is sore" from my children.
I'm tired of stressing over whether my children are well-enough or too-sick to go to school and daycare. Of anticipating a phone call from the daycare informing me that my child has a fever. Of feeling guilty about wanting them to be healthy enough to go, only so I don't have to figure out who's going to stay at home with them this time. Of wondering if they really should be going to see the doctor or not.
So last night, after waking up with one of my children for the too many-th night in a row due to a fever or cough or stuffed up nose, when I was trying to settle back to sleep, but realized that now I was feeling all achy and congested, I decided that your little virus party is over.
You are being evicted from our home.
We're upping the daily dose of vitamins, adding probiotics and orange juice,
getting our flu shots, and implementing and enforcing strict hand-washing-no-face-touching-or-nose-picking rules in our house.
I know that you won't leave without a fight. But I'm not backing down.
I don't want any more 'sick' in my house.
Average Working Mom