Yesterday was the first day back to school after a lovely, wonderful, relaxing two weeks off. My kids were less than thrilled to be going back. I was less than thrilled to be sending them. I've never been a Mom who counts down the days until school starts. Hated school as a kid, hate school as an adult. I almost break out in hives when I go into the high school today, and it's not just because I see teachers I had way back when I was a student there.
Yesterday there were moans and groans and complainants of not feeling well, and I said I was so very sorry, but we all have to do things we don't want to, and school was a thing they had to do. No fever, no cookies being tossed, no wracking cough, so no sick day. And they went.
Today is my first day back at work. There are moans and groans and complaints of not feeling well, but I must apply the rule for the kids to me. I am not feverish, coughing, or tossing anything. I just do not feel like going to work. But we all have to do things we don't want to, and today, work is that thing I've got to do.
I will take a page from my daughters book and add cream to my coffee and one from my son's book and take some tylenol, and one from my own book and feast on buttered toast for breakfast. Buttered toast makes my day so much better!