Bleurgh. Mondays are usually my blissful day off after a hardcore weekend: no teaching, and no worrying yet about doing all my lesson planning and making materials. But I have a stomach bug. I’ve spent eighteen of the last twenty-four hours asleep, and much of the other six throwing up.
And I woke up blissfully expecting it to have been a twenty-four hour thing. NOT SO MUCH.
FUCKING CHILDREN. I bet I know which kid it was, too. He came in on Saturday saying he was sick - “my stomach ow” - and then gave me a snack (which was super-sweet though I didn’t eat it) and rushed to hold my hand when we played games. I washed my hands after the class but clearly that was not enough to fight off his adorable need to share his bacteria.
Ah well. This weekend was a pretty good one. ( teaching update )
And I woke up blissfully expecting it to have been a twenty-four hour thing. NOT SO MUCH.
FUCKING CHILDREN. I bet I know which kid it was, too. He came in on Saturday saying he was sick - “my stomach ow” - and then gave me a snack (which was super-sweet though I didn’t eat it) and rushed to hold my hand when we played games. I washed my hands after the class but clearly that was not enough to fight off his adorable need to share his bacteria.
Ah well. This weekend was a pretty good one. ( teaching update )