The Kindergarten Crud

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Blerg. We did not make it to the NICU reunion.

Why? Because the plague has hit our house.

Okay. Not the plague. And I suppose that’s not really a funny joke. But I feel like saying I had Ebola is a little too timely. So I guess, I’ll call it what it is… the Kindergarten Crud. And yes, I am pretty sure that is the medical name. A friend who also got lambasted by school germs aptly coined that label and I am going with it. Because that’s basically it’s schtick.

What is the Kindergarten Crud, you may ask. Well, it is germs that have been carried by other people’s carrier monkeys, onto your own, and then transported into your home and set out to take down your empire. There are many variations, of this I have no doubt. This particular one seems to include but is not limited to:

Congestion
Cough
Sneezing
Fever
Chills
Sweats
Feeling weak
Headache

You say, that sounds like a cold. I say, a cold’s got nothin’ on this bizness.

The victims thus far have included the eldest {sans fever.}, the middlest {sans congestion}, the babe, and mama {the whole gammut}. And while this is our first flirtation with the Kindergarten Crud, I am certain that it won’t be our last. I had an in-depth hand washing discussion with my eldest and am otherwise planning to bubblewrap the rest of the family as soon as flu season swings into town. I think it sounds doable. And totally environmentally friendly. And thanks to these germies’ shenanigans, I have a new mantra… spread love, not germs.