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It’s Like a Horde of Slugs Exploded in Here

Two out of three children are sick with colds in this house. This means one thing, and one important thing only: that I will need to wash and disinfect our entire home, with special attention paid to the following. throw pillows arms of couches two tablecloths shoulders of my t-shirts hems of my t-shirts my pants the quilt on Quinn’s bed Quinn’s shirt sleeves every single item of clothing Cian has worn in the last 72 hours the handtowels, bath towels, and possibly a rug in the bathroom Saoirse’s pet blanket (she is not sick) my hair the dog I will refrain from grossing you out with the reason for my recent mass purchases of Lysol and bleach. You’ll see all the open boxes of tissues, strategically placed at preschooler-high level, all untouched, and come to your own conclusions, if you dare. So. If you’ll excuse me, it appears I have to go wring out the cat. Cian decided to give her fur a face-first hug, and well, you know what that means. She’s so shiny now…

Achoo

We are a house with three infections, two sinus and one ear. There is lots of coughing, many, many sneezes, and occasional weeping. David cowers in the corners, shielding himself from the infestation of germs blowing toward him across the waves of humidified air. Quinn has slept most of the day. She’s still feverish. It’s hard to see your child, cheeks flushed cherry-red, eyes all wet and frantic-looking, asking you to turn off the “yight” because she wants to go back to sleep. My mom stopped by, bearing fruit popsicles and extra tissues. She called me from our local grocery store, saying she was just in the area (she lives a half-hour away), wondering if we needed anything. I love my mother. I love her even more when I can answer the door at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, still in pajamas and glasses and she doesn’t even blink, because she’s known me since I was all in-utero and whatnot, and what’s seeing your daughter in a pair of bright blue pajama pants with drawings of margaritas splashed all over them when…