Recipe for disaster

So, I contracted Impetigo. It sucks. But even more so in unexpected ways... Let's take a germaphobic, worry-wart mother with OCD tendencies and pair her up with a highly contagious bacterial infection prominently displayed on the tip of her nose. What do we have? A Recipe for disaster. I am tormented (tormented, I tell you) by the possibility of spreading this to my family- spreading it to my "friends" that get amusement from my situation is not an issue, however. (Just kidding). I wash my hands so often that they are raw, and use Clorox wipes so frequently I'm pondering tying them around my neck. And then there's the kissing issue. Ever realize that every time you kiss someone your nose touches them? I didn't, until I kissed my son on the cheek just after getting a diagnosis. I felt horrible. Here I am, highly contagious nose and I wipe it right on my two-year-old's cheek. Great. What a good mom I am. I took peace in the fact that neither child had any open sores (amazing, for two young boys). And apparently jinxed the situation with my thought. AW cut his upper lip yesterday evening and then proceeded to procure the bulb syringe I use to rinse my nose (just how in the world do toddlers do that? Get things out of their reach?). I think I gave Hubby a heart attack, I jumped and yelled so fast when I saw that in his innocent little hands. Instantly, I grabbed it from him. Which, as it turns out, was not the right thing to do for he immediately stuck his fingers in his mouth. The very mouth with a new open sore just above it. Guess God wants me to know that, no matter what precautions I take, I am not in control of everything my children do. Alright, lesson learned. Now, please spare my son this hideous infection, I pray.