Oy

I have been sick now for more than a week.  Not the push-through-it kind of sick, either.  The have-to-get-a-ride-to-and-from-school-to-work-at-all kind of sick.

I've been eating up sick days, and the most I'm able to accomplish in a day is writing lesson plans for a substitute teacher OR teaching.  Last week I went in a couple of days, and one day I was a complete mess, which the kids enjoyed, but...oy.  Not a single kid left the room without learning that day, but as for learning about the novel, eh.

The worst part is missing the kids.  I'm planning for them pretty intensively so that they continue to move forward without me, but I really hate not seeing how they are doing and being able to ready them in person.  I went back last week to absolutely glowing notes for them, which does help.

I feel my brain rotting by the DIY TV hour.  My husband is ready to kill me: I can barely do a load of laundry (my chore) without needing to lay down, I'm pretty sure I smell bad, he's been waiting on me since I got sick, and now he is sick, too.