I'm siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!!! (insert lots of whining, kvetching, moaning, and just general unpleasantness of personality here)
I swear to y'all, I have the WORST immune system! I started feeling unwell a couple of hours after Syd did--six hours after that, she's jumping up and down on the bed, and today, I'm still fainting while attempting to microwave the girls a Hot Pocket (guess whose husband did the grocery shopping this week?).
And so why am I sitting here, in my break between evening classes, alternately typing and laying my cheek on the cool, cool surface of my desk (likely teeming with germs), and not laying in my near-permanent at this point fetal position on the bed at home and trying to dream my way to my happy place?
Because I'm just that good of a teacher, my friends.
Is my halo showing?