I feel dirty. My house feels dirty. I am certain my kids are dirty. The only one I feel might be clean is Hubby. And that is only because he wasn't trapped in the germfest we like to call "home" all day yesterday. He also made a run for it this morning.
Yep, Tess has the piglet flu. Actually she tested negative for it, but since I took her in only a few hours after her fever started, this usually causes a false negative. SO they are treating it like piglet flu and her swabs are en route to the CDC.
$135 later, the whole family is on Tamiflu. Two year olds DO NOT like Tamiflu. At. All. I actually had to sit on her, hold her arms down and syringe it as far back into her throat as I could. It was awful.
If anyone has a better idea on giving medicine, do tell.
I'm also keeping Bram home for the rest of the week just so I don't contaminate the rest of his little school. Though three kids have the piglet flu already so I don't think it would do any harm. I'm just responsible like that.
So if you need me I am trapped at the ol' casa. Folding clothes, washing sheets on "sterilize" and walking around with a sprayer full of bleach and water wiping door knobs and toilets.
All the while still wearing my gown and glasses. And a pair of Birkenstocks. It's a hot look.
And I'm letting my kids eat Pringles for breakfast.
Mom of the year. Fo' sho'.