Fun With Lysol

Two little girls were tucked all snug in their beds, with visions of germs alight in their heads.
Gross!

My sweet girls were doing their best to fight the germs that had been racking their bodies for four long and crappy days. Drinking their liquids, washing their hands, resting and sleeping.
I was doing my utmost to help them. Dosing tylonel, making soup, doling out Popsicles, prescribing ginger ale, worrying…feeling helpless to help my coughing sick babies.

Finally by 11pm at night, all was quiet. I had done all I could for the day and it was time to turn in. I felt helpless.

Then I spotted the mighty Lysol can.

I had already scrubbed every counter, wiped down the floors, but perhaps a good spray of Lysol on those door knobs and light switches before I went to bed would be just the thing.
A big fat spray to KILL all those big bad germs.

Pssssst

Psssst

Pssssst

Take that you big bad germs.

Die virus die.

Psssst.

Then cutting through the silence of my blissfully quiet home was a wailing siren.
A screech.
A BLARE.

ModernDad came screaming down the hall!

It was the Carbon Monoxide Detector?

WTH?

He tore the batteries out and threw them on the floor.

Could it be?

I dashed to my trusty computer and googled.

Lysol can SET OFF a carbon monoxide detector.

I’m leaving that baby unplugged for a week!
If I have to choose between fighting the scary H1N1 OR the remote possibility of invisible gasses I’m tackling germs this week.