Get Well Soon

I'm not normally a germophobe. My family is notorious for drinking after one another and feeding our kids from our own forks. Heck, my kids have shared sippy cups since Addie was off the bottle. And, we're very rarely sick. I give credit for that fact to three sources: 1.) God has blessed our family with great health and is constantly protecting us from all the yucky bugs out there. 2.) We see our chiropractor twice a week. A well-adjusted spine is essential to good health. (I thought our chiropractors might appreciate that little plug there.) And 3.) I believe our sharing of cups and forks and such has contributed to strong immune systems because we've all been openly exposed to whatever the others might have picked up from the Walmart shopping cart or the mall playground.

Today, however, my poor momma woke up with a nasty cough, some interestingly colored congestion, and body aches. She was a smart girl to stay home from work, but I'm sure she's questioned that decision more than once today. Why, you ask. Because I have restricted her use of the house to her bedroom and bathroom. Because I have strictly limited her contact with my babies to verbal communication only. Because I am pouring garlic and lemon and probiotics down her. Because I have forbidden her from taking Tylenol or Advil so that, if she gets a fever, her body can do its thing and fight whatever she's got. By golly, if we're going to be sick we might as well just let our bodies do what God created them to do and fight it with a fever. No sense in dragging it on for a week. I want the woman to get well, and pronto. This is our last week to live with her, and I need her to be 100% herself.

I doubt she's got the flu since she doesn't have a fever, but man, with all the flu junk that's been going on, I'm certainly not going to risk it. So I have conceded to give this house one hard-core cleaning. I filled up one side of the sink with Pine Sol and the other side with bleach water, and I've been going at it for the last few hours. Light switches, cabinet fronts, counter tops, drawer pulls, the floors, faucets, door knobs--you name it, it's either been bleached or Pine Solled (can I use that as a verb?). I'm also doing all the laundry and washing all our bedding. I figure if a germ can live on a door knob, it can probably live in my laundry hamper too.

Mom, if you're reading this, we're all hoping and praying you get well really soon! We've got a busy week ahead of us, and we need you to be well!