It’s the last day of term.
Every teacher out there is tired.
7 weeks is a long stretch for anyone, kids and adults alike.
And I have to go and wake up with a cold.
Today.
The last day.
Typical!
I struggled into school, after dropping Lil Man off to his grandparents, and spent the whole day with a tissue box next to me.
It’s no fun trying to keep up with a whole bunch of 3-4 year olds, when all you want to do is give your nose a good blow! I felt like stuffing tissue up my nostrils…it’s not like I could breathe anyway!
Bu the absolute worst part? I am so considerate that I have left it until the last day to feel rotten, so I get to spend a week, which should be my break, feeling sorry for myself, and watching my nose get redder than Rudolph’s!
Hopefully, a couple of days in bed, doing not much, will help. I need to be better for Tuesday when the kids and I are planning to visit my Pops and Mum for a few days. I NEED that break too!
Why does this illness not strike mid-term? Actually, scratch that. Even if it did, I would feel too guilty to take days off! Many a time has passed where I have a migraine coming, or feel under the weather, but knowing I will leave my class understaffed, and not wanting to let anyone down, I drag myself in… inevitably using my own weekends to recuperate.
I’m not the only one. Many teachers feel the same. But what can you do?
Excuse me while I slather myself in Vicks, and replenish my dwindling tissue supply…
(feeling ever so sorry for myself right now!)
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