Yes, all members of our family have been struck down. Rob was the last to succumb. This morning he had to decide: call in sick the first full week of work at his new job? or pass the plague on to his new co-workers? He reluctantly stayed home. For me, the past few weeks I haven’t been able to work out, go to playdates or get a babysitter. Going. Crazy. Even strangers in the grocery store cringe and shrink back when faced with the green oozing-eyed family blearily making their way down the isle.
But it’s not all bad. I’m realizing we’re at a brief stage where I can actually leave cups and pens and chapstick in full view without worrying (too much) that Violet will destroy something or maim someone. She also is able to entertain herself in short spurts with her army of imaginary friends. It’s an incredible relief to not have a person attached to your leg 24 hours a day. And Graham. Well, he just sits or rolls around, babbling happily.
I know it will all be over soon. Graham will be running around finding every tiny, pointy, choke-able thing within reach and I will have two kids dashing off in opposite directions.