We kept the babies in the nursery on Sunday.
I am now wickedly sick. (Surprise!) It’s like clockwork…I can count on it.
But I’m starting to think it’s worth it all, just seeing two little fists reach up at me pleadingly for a hug or hearing that little gigglesqueal at the end of the morning when I break out the bubbles.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s just the nyquil talking.
We have faced the same keep/sick routine many times, and our solution has been: wash your hands like there’s no tomorrow. OCD on the Purell bottle. It’s worked for us so far in the past few extended sessions.