The kids' school started back up, yesterday. The imp didn't start back with it. No, he was sick with a fever on Monday. Which meant he wasn't allowed to go to school by school rules yesterday.
He did need the morning, at least. He's always up by 6:30, and he didn't wake up 'til 8:30. And was quiet until lunch, despite forgetting his "focus pill."
I did get him through all of his makeup work yesterday evening, despite his transformation into spaz-boy.
This morning, I woke up with a sinus headache. And I still have it, despite Midol (contains an antihistamine), caffeine, aspirin, and sorta-sudafed.
I did get some writing done yesterday, but I'm having trouble thinking today with the pain in the head.
Why do these things (sick kids, headachy me) always have such horrible timing? Everything would have been a lot more tolerable if they'd happened a week earlier during Christmas Break, when I was getting jack shit done anyway.
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