Why me? Why now?

It started out like it always starts out.

The pressure in my temples. (Yep, the good old headache.)

The draining in my sinuses. (Yep, the good old congestion.)

And - wait for it, wait for it - yep, there's the good old requisite scratchy throat.

People, I'm sick.

I'm lethargic and achy and mildy cranky.

I'm also at work. Because come May, I'm going to be needing some weekends off to go see my husband. And come June, I'm moving. And come April, I'm going to be so burnt out, I'm definitely going to need a few "personal days." (To pack my house and fantasize about washing my husband's pants again.)

In other words, I have no sick days to spare.

And yes, I, too, find it funny that the very place that got me sick - the school I work at, which is crawling with about 6,789,302 different germs at any given moment - is where I've chosen to spend my time today. But the humor in the situation will probably die about 15 minutes after the bell rings, and I have some student tell me they didn't do their homework because they were too busy checking their father out of rehab. (Although, to be fair, I'd wager that the stress caused by my husband's leave for boot camp probably didn't help my immune system, either.)

So say a little prayer that no children die in the presence of this lethargic, achy, and mildly cranky teacher.

And here's to a weekend that will find me alone on the couch, watching movies and drinking Emergen-C.

Be back on Monday a little healthier and a little happier.

Cross my heart, and hope (not) to die.

Happy Friday!