I am waiting to get sick. Every time the kiddo gets a bug from school, I can count on it, too. Because, you see, I don't just get coughed on. No. I get the rollover in the night, power blast of germs not on my nose, but up my nose. All night long. It's one of those mom fringe benefits along with being up every two hours and getting very far behind at work.
Still, the little ones are so sad, so tired, and such a bundle of need, there's no way you could turn your back on them — even when they are coughing. On your face.
So, I wait. Get as much as I can done. And batten down the hatches.