I don't know who I'm more mad at right now:
Myself for breaking out of our "quarantine" bubble earlier than I should have,
every kid I saw at the park with snot running down their face this afternoon.
Shaky February sunshine flooded the pale grass of our valley today, so I met up with my sister Rebecca, my best friend Amanda, and their combined 6 kids to let Clara play outside. This 2 month long quarantine we've been under has been very effective. My kids are literally the only ones I know who haven't had even the tiniest of colds or flu symptoms, miracle of miracles. But I figured it was time to ease back into society and let my daughter see her buddies again, especially on such a lovely sunny day.
Being at home so long with baby Sam and Clara to try and protect them from germs has made me kind of crazy protective, and I wanted to backhand every single little kid I saw sneezing or coughing at the playground today. Germ mongers, every last one of them, I muttered to Becca and Amanda. But I made myself stay and let Clara have fun outside. It was fun to watch her play and run and laugh, it really was.
Well. It is now 5:07 am and I have yet to sleep more than ten minutes at a time tonight because my son now has a nasty cold and can't breathe out of his nose or sleep anywhere but on the slight incline of my chest.
Currently hating everyone and everything.
And hide your kids.
Because I will slap the snot right off their adorable faces at this point.
Signing off from my couch,
Scary Crazy Horney Mom