This cold is totally kicking my keister.
The kids have been telling me for two days to "go home, Ms. Waterhouse"; "you're sick, Ms. Waterhouse"; "you have the plague, Ms. Waterhouse"; "why are you still here, Ms. Waterhouse?"
"I'm here for you," I tell them between coughs.
They laugh at me. "Go HOME, Ms. Waterhouse."
I tried leading vocal warm ups, and my voice cracked through the "Hey!" which made everyone break into giggles. I tried to "Reee" off the top of my head and they collapsed over in laughter. "You sound like a mouse being stepped on!" they tell me.
I stomp my foot in mock aggrevation. "Stop making fun of me!" I croak. They laugh harder.
"At least you don't get meaner when you're sick like some teachers," they tell me.
No, I don't get meaner. I do get more distractable, and it's easier to get me going off on tangents. They haven't quite figured that out yet, although they might suspect it after I suddenly realized in the middle of giving mini-speech-meet instructions that I have arms.
I had forgotten, you see, and they were a pleasant surprise.
It probably is best that I took their advice and stayed home today.