Offspring shared her illness with me. Normally, I encourage sharing, but this is not one of the instances where I find myself pleased that she's done so. I got sent home from school yesterday. Apprarently, I looked ghastly enough that they just sent me home without me having to even see the school nurse -- my temp was 102 when I got home. I slept from about 2pm until 6:30pm, when my loving husband woke me up for dinner. He'd done the dishes *and* cooked, letting me sleep all the while. Today was supposed to be a work day for staff, but I was told to stay home today as well, and found that when I woke up this morning, I felt entirely too awful to face actually getting dressed and puttering aound in the classroom all day. So, I called in, and went back to bed.
It's slightly ironic that I had previously posted about Offspring being sick, and that I liked the laziness of her sick days, and here I am - at home in bed on a sick day of my own, hacking my lungs out and not enjoying it in the slightest.