Why can't I see the bugs that are making me run to the bathroom?

I was going to post about our wonderful Father's day weekend but instead I'm gonna have to write about poop. This house has been taken over by an illness. Apparently Kid #1 has brought home the stomach bug of the century from his disease factory preschool. He's been sick since Sunday night running to the bathroom every 10 minutes and isn't too pleased about it either. (Thank God for wipes, at this point t.p. just isn't an option.) Then he ask, "Mom, why can't I see the bugs that are making me run to the bathroom?"
"Logical question Kid #1 but I'm up to my elbows in ca-ca and Lysol wipes, so this is no time for a biology lesson.  Go ask your dad."   Witness another pro-star parenting moment by Mama.

{Kid #2 not feeling too good. Sometimes your bottle and stuffed cow are all you want}

Of course just today I get an email from his school explaining that a wicked disease is going around and just about every poor kid has been yaking and pooping the weekend away. Now Kid #2 is afflicted too. I have cleaned up more poop in the last 72 hours than in the last year combined. Lysol is my friend. Ain't no way I'm going down too.

{I heart Lysol}