So, I think I'm loosing it. I can not stop freaking out about the flu. It's already making the rounds around here - in our ward and in the schools. Every time one of my kids coughs or complains of a tummy ache, or won't eat dinner or when I feel their head and it's warmer than usual, I freak out. Never mind that they're wearing a sweater and have been running laps around the house - I'm just sure that this is the beginning.
I know that it's going to happen. We're going to get the flu. Swine flu or normal flu - maybe both.
I also know that the odds are that we'll be fine afterwards. No permanent damage. Just a week or so of sick kids and probably sick me. It's not that big a deal - it happens every year.
But for some reason I'm freaking out about it. I couldn't get to sleep last night because I was too busy being miserable at the thought of the flu. I'm afraid to go to the gym and put the kids in the child care there. I debated not going to church to keep the kids out of nursery (although in the end, we went). I'm planning on buying a table for the front hall so that I can set up a hand sanitation center there. ... Did I mention nobody even has so much as the sniffles at the moment? We're totally healthy. But I can't even enjoy it because I'm too busy freaking out!
I am not the type of person who usually freaks out about this kind of thing. I'm the kind of person who calls her friend before a play date and says something like "We're all ready to come over, but just so you know we have the sniffles. I don't care as long as you don't care. Kids always have the sniffles!"
I am not panicky.
... Except I guess I am now.