How they adore me
Funny how things change. Now I feel sick, and my day suddenly sucks. What is with this week? I literally got a virus on Sunday, recovered on Tuesday, and now I am sick with something all over again? I was working at the preschool this morning and feeling myself getting worse and worse, and I started shuttering with revulsion every time a kid coughed near me. I mean, really, classrooms are cesspools, petri dishes of snot, drool, splattered food and spit, discarded tissues, troubling smells and the children who run around and rub it in your face while telling you something special. Ironically I usually take pride in the fact that the kids really do adore me, and today I got such a fabulous number of hugs, but the fact was sabotaged by the fact that every hug illuminated my oncoming illness.
There's something poetic about all of this. Some message about openness and the germs that come with love. Something like that.
There's something poetic about all of this. Some message about openness and the germs that come with love. Something like that.