Do you think I would be a bad mother if I stuck her in a gigantic plastic bubble?

This extra week home has shaped up to be fairly uneventful.Thankfully.However, with a family our size there is apt to be at least something that blips the radar.Take this morning for example.While I was in the doctors with Jake,because he still sounds as if he's coughing up a lung,Mark was down in the car with Joe and Zoey and because Joe is Joe,mischievous Joe decided to get out of the car,Mark ensues,Joe closes the door to the car and well,keys in the car and .... Zoey.Yep,locked in or out,which ever way you look at it,not good.The only reason Mark was with me was because I couldn't bring Zoey into an office full of lord knows what kind of germs.Thank goodness he was with me too because while I stood by the car singing,or at least attempting to sing nursery rhymes and the such to a very confused Zoey,Mark and the boys drove 20 minutes to retrieve the spare keys.The back vent windows were open so at least she could hear me.I am fairly certain I looked slightly insane to most who passed by me but interestingly enough, no one ask if there was something they could do.Struck me funny because you could clearly hear Zoey crying while I paced the parking lot.Well,after what seemed like forever,Mark arrived back,spare keys in hand.Crisis resolved and we continued on with our morning.Seems as though that same yucky virus thing Jake has hanging on, has found it's way to me though.Felt it coming Sunday and it has only gotten worse.All that germ warfare did not one bit of good for me.Ironic,don't you think?Good thing I am a suck it up kind of gal or this week would have been a disaster.It takes a lot to put me down and this doesn't come close.Don't get me wrong,my bed feels heavenly at the end of the day and I hate getting out of it in the morning however,since there is no maid,nanny or chauffeur,suck it up Heather, has to keep moving.I am far more concerned that Zoey will come down with this.We,rather she, cannot afford to,for so many reasons.One,her ability to kick it will be more difficult and two,a delay with round 4 is not a good thing.As it is round 4 began almost 6 weeks ago and they really want these kids to stay on schedule.Postponing it would potentially freak me out because all I would be thinking about would be the old nasty cells rearing their very ugly heads.Mark is making a call today to see if we can come in for labs tomorrow.If we could jump start the process by a day or two it sure would ease my paranoia.Paranoia is actually an understatement.I am often rendered feeling helpless with this child.So much that has gone on in her little life I have had little or no ability to control.From the mundane to the ginormous.No control.Daily I am taught this lesson of accepting my lack of control.Relinquishing control.The story of my life.As for today,the little love seems to be feeling alright.Yesterday she wasn't quite her carefree self and today she went down easily for an early nap.Let's pray it is a coincidence and that it's not the prelude to something bigger.I still like the idea of the bubble.A big plastic one.Just for awhile.Just until we get past this latest battle.Not going to happen though so I suppose I should just heed my own advice and live in the moment.Some days, ones like today, it is so much easier said than done.Pray she misses this thing,would you,please?