Whether it's the flu or the cold, the vomiting snotty misery will transform our little gremlins into small germ-carrying heat-seeking missiles.
It wouldn't be so bad if there was just one round of illness, but no. Strep, Hand-Foot-and-Mouth, fevers, and rashes lurk around every corner. Church. Daycare. Preschool. The pool. The library. No one is immune.
Possibly the trickiest situation to navigate in the Mommyhood during flu season is the playdate. This typically care-free activity is a landmine of faux-pas and unfriending waiting to happen.
Here's How to Plan a Playdate During Flu Season in 5 Easy Steps.
1. Feel it out.
Little Johnny has the sniffles. Before you toss him into the birthday party fray, consider the following: How many cups of coffee has birthday girl's mom tossed back today? Does she have that "on the edge" look? Any recent thinly-veiled Facebook updates about not being able to take it anymore? Are Lysol wipes her main decorative theme? Is she madly waving a clothing-steamer to mass diffuse essential oils?
Maybe reschedule. There's always next year.
2. Always bring a gift.
Sometimes you bring snacks, maybe a book. This month, how about hand sanitizer? Sure, the Walmart cashier's starting to glance at you warily as you purchase your fifteenth straight bottle, but she doesn't understand.
You're NOT drinking it, but you can't say you haven't considered it.
3. Full disclosure.
Drop the "my kid might have the sniffles" text and wait. This is the mom "release of liability" form. If your friend brushes this off and their kids get sick, LIFE IS A SERIES OF CHOICES.
Party on, toddlers.
4. Go over there.
If you're a parent, you already have germ collecting minions. Never ever open your home to more of them. I know you're always hearing things about being hospitable, creating a welcoming space, blah blah blah. Lock your doors. Close the blinds.
We'll come to you. It's NO problem.
5. The blame game.
You think your kids are looking a little subdued, but no one's puking, sobbing or feverish. Mentally review all the places they have been subjected to the possibility of illness. The indoor play park. The grocery store. Tuesdays. Sure, your friend's six children are now out of commission, but be strong.
Repeat after me: "It snot my fault."
Hang in there, mama. I can see your eyes welling with tears and I'm not sure if it's desperation or pink eye so I won't give you a hug but I will mail you some Kleenex. Sometimes a little distance makes the heart grow fonder. I'm sure at our backyard barbecues in August this will all be a distant memory. Get better soon. *High five emoji.*
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