Saturday

I got to work on Thursday and some sort of a throwing up epidemic had just slammed our school over night. I'd say a good 1/4 of the kids were out sick, PLUS 2 teachers,(one of which had to go to the ER), and I thought, Oh, no no no no no noooooooooooo! NO! I DON'T WANT TO GET SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!

But of course, yesterday morning, I woke up with that little tingle in the back of my throat, and I knew I was in trouble.

And now I'm sitting on my couch, quite miserable, (NOT throwing up, thank God), but miserable all the same.

I hate kids.

They are always getting me sick, and always over my coveted weekends. By Monday I'm sure I'll be fine, or fine enough to where I'll have to go back to work and back to the kids who sneeze in my face, couch up their internal organs without covering their mouths and who don't understand the importance of hand washing after they've wiped their noses on their arm/wrist/hand/finger/me.

They're just gross.

And on that note I will bid you adieu. Adieu.