The plague is going around.
Gwyneth picked up a stomach bug that has been giving her issues since last night. I think she's over it now, but my germaphobe instincts kicked into high gear today. Tricia can't afford to have stomach issues, and I really don't like being sick in that kind of way, especially on Easter weekend.
Our washing machine has been running all day, my hands have been scrubbed about 75 times, Gwyneth has received 3 baths, and we've gone through about 13 bottles of hand sanitizer and 4 containers of Lysol wipes.
If we make it through tomorrow, I think we can remove the full-body hazmat suits.