Selfish Mom Gets Everyone Sick

If you have children, I am absolutely positive that you've been in this situation and can totally relate to this Mom's story. It's not fun anytime your kids get sick-but the stomach bug is one of the worst  🙁 Read in to find out one Mom's experience with sick kiddos.

“You know who you are. Average size family. One or two of you threw up all night, but you had places to be, people to see. You limp into the church potluck, looking less than lovely. Your skin is gray, sweaty brow, and your eyes glazed over. You put your macaroni salad down on the crisp white table clothed folding table. Your kids bring in plates of warm slice-and-bake cookies – don’t pretend, I know you didn’t make them. And I ask if you are ok. And you say, “Oh my gosh, my husband and the boys threw up all night! They were so sick! But, the girls were so excited about the potluck, and of course, I had to sing in the choir and teach Sunday school. Hopefully, we will get to rest this afternoon, I am feeling kind of queasy.”

My initial instinct is to beat you with Mrs. Holwietz’s monkey bread.

If I was a confrontational person I would punch you in the throat and drag you out by your hair.

But instead – I bolt.

You heard me. I grab my children, our jackets, to heck with the casserole I made. It’s been contaminated. It is probably too late, but I have to try. I have to save my family. I whistle, giving Justin the warning – this is not a drill. His jaw tenses, he scans the room, ignoring the conversation in which he’d been involved: Code Red. He doesn’t bother to excuse himself, he scurries sideways, eyes darting about the gymnasium. He form tackles a toddler and grabs the diaper bag. Two of the teens recognize the war cry. They stop, drop, and crawl through the crowd on their bellies. They are well trained. The clock is running, the spores of airborne pathogens are looking for a place to breed.

Dear God, not in our mucous membranes, please. As our 12 passenger van screeches out of the church parking lot. I see one of our children chasing after the van. I yell at Justin, “Just go, go, go!” We have other children. Survival of the fittest.

The spores won.

It was too late for us. Day 4 I succumbed. From my death bed, I grapple with my love of the Lord and my negative feelings for you. So I will use the last of my energy to send out this plea.

You should NEVER be out in public and say:
“We’ve been up all night vomiting.”

You may text that. You may email that. You may say it over the phone. Send it by tracking pigeon if you must, but you needn’t utter it in person. Stay home. You are not needed that badly. The world will not stop without you…”

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