Toddlers will be the death of me....
Argh.
So, Piper work up Friday morning with spots. On her hands, on her feet. I've seen those spots before....and after a quick brain-refresh (oh, yeah, high fever on Wednesday, refusal to eat) a quick visit to Dr. Foley confirmed what I already knew...hand/foot/mouth disease. Friday afternoon, I got a call from Milo's mom--he was now spiking the same fever.
Enter guilt/Typhoid Mary complex....
Saturday morning, I woke up feeling kind of achy. By noon, I couldn't stand up and was buried under a pile of blankets IN MY NON A/C'd HOUSE desperately hoping for a visit from either the red gatorade fairy or the grim reaper, I didn't really care which. I missed a fabulous party (wah!).
Feel better today. Tired with a sore throat and starting to get spotty. I swear, I have never been sick as much as I have been since Piper was born. Either they removed some part of my immune system when they hacked me open to get her out (I can say that--have you seen my scar, it was TOTALLY a hack job), or toddlers carry lots of germs, and while asking any of them to share a toy/cookie/air space with another will inevitably result in a total meltdown, they have no such problem with sharing their ugly germs with me or each other.
I am returning to the land of purell. And maybe even surgical masks.