Trevor's barfing

PTA was wonderful. Dealing with fun school activities. Seeing my friends, returning dishes. They did ask after Riley of course. That is always hard, but therapeutic also. I came home and cleaned up the kitchen and got the children ready for bed.

Trevor woke for school this morning. He said he didn't feel well. His stomach was upset. Just Monday he had said some one threw up at school. I can't help being furious at him. He did not wash his hands well enough. He did not stay far enough away from the sick ones. I give him the vomit bowl and say he is not to leave his room all day. He is on quarantine. He could kill his brother.

I grab Clorox wipes from the kitchen and start wiping surfaces. The banister on the stairs, I am wiping every day. The tops of the computer keyboards get wiped. The game controllers in the game room get a wipe. Anything that Trevor might have touched. I check on Riley, he says he feels fine. I will be taking his temperature all day. I have to cry again. It scares me so much that Trevor has a common bug.

I bring Trevor water and shut the door of his room behind me leaving. I go straight to the sink and wash my hands. I hear Trevor vomit. I go back into his room and give him a towel. I don't want to stay with him. He might give it to me, I can't afford to be sick. All I can think about is how he brought a bug into the house, the first week we are back. How dangerous that bug is to Riley. My heart feels tight. I don't have much sympathy for Trevor at the moment. I am too scared of the bug. That makes me cry more, not wanting to help Trevor. I am afraid to open his door.

Hopefully the teacher will bring me balance, when she comes. I hate this fear.