I started babysitting when I was 11-years-old so few things about motherhood truly shock or disgust me. But who can really get used to a runny nose? Aside from the bewilderment that comes with a child's nose suddenly becoming a faucet that leaks for a week no matter how many handy tissue packs you tote, I never imagined that I would become a Kleenex.
Let's just say babysugar's fam wasn't the only one bit by the holiday bug. Though my husband and I narrowly escaped, our kids both fell ill. And, somehow between the vomiting, fevers, colds, and tower of soiled laundry, I turned into a big, white sheet of cotton.
The real horror is that I didn't mind so much. Normally, my lil ones are great about washing their hands and wiping their noses, but they were so miserably sick that I just couldn't complain when they'd snuggle up against me and smear their faces across my sweatshirt. Needless to say, I practically boiled the hoodie after.