Today, my son Zachary (5) came right up to me about 6 inches from my face and coughed a nasty broken cough. Granted, he wasn't trying to be gross, but it happened that way. I think back to when I had no children, when my personal space meant something. When nobody touched me if I didn't want them too. When I didn't have vomit or little boy pee on me at any given time. Well, the Happy Days are gone.
Today, there is no telling what kind of leakage will happen around or on me. Germs? They are everywhere. The never ending running snotty nose- my personal favorite. And we take these as an affront of our own personal hygiene. Like it is actually our own nose that is constantly crusty. Well, I am no longer apologizing for my child's runny nose, hacking cough, gooby eyes, or food crusted shirt. It's his problem he can't make all the food hit his mouth. Or that he doesn't know any better than to just sneeze and let it swing. No, it is completely his fault that he would rather lick his upper lip than get a tissue. I take no more responsibility for his gross behaviour.
For the 15th time today I have just told Zachary to cover his mouth when he coughs. I know I will probably have to endure not only my youngest child getting this cough but also myself. Ah, the perils of Mommy hood. Oh, by the way, I apologize for my sons dirty looking socks.....
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