Disclaimer: I’m writing this on cold medicine, but I don’t think I have a cold. I don’t know what I have, aside from two whining children.
I’m tired of whining children.
ONE was starting to get somewhat better when TWO developed a fever. That’s around the same time I started feeling like ass. The really cruddy thing about family illness is the length of time it takes for it to make the rounds and leave the house.
This morning, I took action. I changed all of the hand towels and had just finished disinfecting the entire house with Clorox wipes when ONE wiped his nose on the couch. And then TWO sneezed in my face.
Clearly my efforts are in vain.
I still love my Clorox.