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Browsing Tag: it’s called a tissue and it’s really not that scary

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…