Ms. Reardon takes a sick day...

Yeah.  You'd think a four day weekend would be long enough to get my shit in order.  Turns out it isn't.  So I stayed up quite literally all night sunday, trying desperately to get everything done, and at 5 AM finally decided that not only had I failed to accomplish all that I needed to accomplish, but also that I was so fucking tires that I was dizzy, nauseated, shaking, and pretty fucking bananas.  Hell of a way to start a schoolday, right?  So I took my first ever professional teacher sick day. 

I slept from about 7:30 ish (when Aaron left for work) until 11:30ish, then got right up and back to work.  I popped some excedrine, had several coffees, got myself all jittery and full of vim and completed several more tasks on the ole to-do list. 
And even took the time to make "meat"ball subs for din-din.

Did I think seriously about quitting my job?  You bet.

Do I regret taking a sick day?  Nope.

I went to school today feeling better rested, better prepared, and better equipped to handle my job.  I was even in better spirits than usual.

A co-worker asked after my health and confessed that she'd hoped I was out because of suffering MORNING SICKNESS!  Then departed the teacher's room saying "You're BLUSHING, Ms. Reardon!!"

Nay, friends, no babe on the way, no bun in the proverbial oven.  Good lord, could you imagine me trying to deal with THAT kind of bombshell in my first year of teaching?  Heavens to betsy.

Anyway, as I've stated before--I don't think I'll ever get ahead.  Right now I'm fighting the good fight to just MANAGE all the paperwork and the lesson planning and yadda yadda, just trying to make sure I don't fall too too far behind.

I only get so many sick days a term. 

Gotta make em last... I mean, what if I actually get sick?!  And I mean more than the mental/emotional sick I'm dealing with.

Speaking of, my therapist wants me to take an ADD test.  Good golly.

Alright.  I really do NOT have time for blogging, or anything pleasureable (well... I fucking MAKE time for a few certain pleasurable things.  If I didn't I'd surely go postal...).  But I don't want to stop writing!  So I'm going to try to make a comitment to some kind of writing EVERY DAY.  And I mean more than the stupid little notes I write to my students, or the 'context clue sentences' for their daily vocabulary and shit. 

A creative paragraph a day.  Does that sound fair?  I ask my students to do the same for their journals.  So, please look forward to the Ms. Reardon daily journal experiment.  Maybe I'll even respond to the prompts I give my students!

Ok, I gotta run.  This is borrowed time.

~Ms. reardon

Oh, and if anyone asks?  I had a stomach bug...