Home. Sick.

Sinus pressure, dizziness, cough and the overwhelming & constant feeling that I am going to sneeze keeps me home today. Sure I feel "well" enough to tough through the day, but working with medically fragile children has forced me to reconsider my position on the matter. After 13.75 hours of sleep and numerous vitamin C kick-those-germs-in-the-butt pills I am thankful for my recosideration (is that even a word?). Rest was needed as well as some quality time with my Dad. I went to his house on my way to the store, and ended up staying a few hours partly because I was feeling a little too dizzy to drive and partly because I was enjoying the company. My Dad and I don't get to see each other very often, he works nights. But it was good hanging out with him, eating chicken noodle soup, watching movies, and being babied. Even though I felt crummy it felt good to be his little girl for the afternoon.

Tomorrow I will go back to work and take on 11 kids, 10+ needy adults and boat loads of paperwork. All the while I will continually reminisce about my day to rest, hanging out with my Dad, and getting over this bug. Into the insanity I plunge, ready with my Sudafed and orange juice to take on the slobber covered kid fingers and goobery high-fives. Tonight I raise my glass of effervescence airborne to the 9 sick days I have remaining; the 9 more opportunities to totally forget about adult responsibility.