Back to school is the official start of cold season at my house.
The first one usually starts with Bravo, then it will meander its way through the rest of us. The boys’ asthma symptoms flare up with viruses, so constant monitoring and scheduling of inhaler doses are always at the top of my mind for a few days.
Most of the time, I manage to fight it off. If I can’t, I am almost certainly the last to get it. Mom immunity is a thing; I believe this. Whether through proper hand washing, prior resistance, or sheer determination, moms stay well to take care of everyone else.
My family will all get healthy again around mid-October, when we will likely enjoy a blissful few weeks of clear lungs and noses; our tissue use will plummet.
Then, a few days before the boys finish school before the holidays, it will strike again. Someone will be at one stage of the cold or another until school starts again in the New Year.
From January to March, we may throw in a case of strep, or a sinus infection, or conjunctivitis, just to keep it interesting.
If we’re lucky, by the end of the school year, we are in the clear. At least until the dreaded summer cold hits.
When school started last week, I knew the cold was coming.
By the end of Day 10, someone would be sniffling, I thought.
Boy, was I wrong.
Today was Day 3 of school, and Bravo was home with me; a new record for the back to school cold. He started sniffling yesterday, and as much as I hoped it wasn’t going to take hold – maybe it was some rogue allergy? – by last night, he was laying on the couch with a pile of used tissues beside him.
I hope this isn’t an omen for what’s to come.
Does your family get a lot of colds?