When a toddler is telling you, "Kristen, lie down, go sleepy," you shouldn't be at work.

[thirdthoughts]

Crabby again now. I had to come into work today anyway, because our substitute early-childhood-teacher supplier has yet again failed to supply. And of course I woke up feeling much sicker than I did when I went to bed (though I admit that could have had something to do with my staying up too late, foolishly and overly-optimistically anticipating a stay-at-home day). I've been firmly instructed by the highly dismayed administration to stay home tomorrow (aw, gee, do I have to?) even though one of the other teachers will be gone, too, and to go through the actual district sub list. It costs more, but should hopefully come through for us a little better. Maybe. Either way, I refuse to come in. What would they do if one of us was puking sick, I'd like to know?

Well, if I can take another brief nap when I get home from work tonight before the show, maybe I'll feel good enough tomorrow to actually enjoy having a long birthday weekend. Yaaaaaaayyy.