I would like to seal my children in a bubble and then lock them in a bunker in the basement until flu season is over.
We’re kinda/sorta carpooling this year. My neighbors have 2 kids—a 1st grade girl and a 3rd grade boy who’s buddies and classmates with SK. Well, the boy stayed home sick today—fever and all that good stuff—but the girl was sent across the street to fill my house and my car with her brother’s germs. The girl who was so stuffed up she could barely breathe through her nose.
I don’t usually go too crazy worrying about germs. My boys are in two different schools. My husband’s an electrician/HVAC guy who probably, over the course of a week of dealing with customers, adds 10-15 additional school systems to our germ pool. Trying to limit exposure to sick people? Therein lies madness.
I admit, the media got to me on this one. I have Fear of H1N1. Sometimes the fear is of hassles—a high school freshman missing a week’s worth of honors classes? Nightmare. If they’re going to get it, now would be good, not closer to Thanksgiving and Christmas. And sometimes the fear is of horrible outcomes Moms try not to think about.
They’re on the list for the shot, but who knows when they’ll have enough to do more than the State Prison inmates. (Don’t even get me started on that.)
For now…just waiting, with a growing sense of inevitability.