I don't get it, either--we're clean people, our house is clean, we're hand-washing freaks, and we preach the "don't pick your nose or eyes" rule like nobody else. Oh, well. Germs don't care--they work their way in somehow.
So...I stayed home from church on Sunday with the little barfer and sanitized the place. She slept--I cooked--it was heaven--and I disinfected every surface. And I waited for my little family to come home. And enjoyed the rare sunshine streaming through my windows, filling my soul with joy.
Sunday dinner is a sacred tradition at my house. Even if 'someone' doesn't iron the table cloths like they used to do in the olden days, (those women were go-getters, weren't they?) we still use nice dishes, real glasses, and sit together. Sometimes I don't even have to beg them to eat their food, which is nice.
Little do any of these boys know that in a few hours, they'll all be hit with the same stomach bug that the little one had - only it will be more violent and horrible. So much for my disinfecting job. It was NOT food poisoning, either--I cooked our dinner for, like, 4 hours! My older daugher and I didn't get it with the boys, but she did get it a day later. I dodged a bullet---how?! Maybe I have a weird immunity since I clean up all of the barf all of the time. hmmmm..