On Friday I took my classes on a much awaited, once cancelled, field trip to the MFA in Boston. I just couldn't cancel, again. I felt really congested and shaky-tired in the morning like I felt all week. Was hoping the kids were okay for the trip. At the last minute I grabbed a trash bag in case one of them got sick on the bus, as it often happens. To a kid. Not the teacher. You see where this is going.
Without sharing more ugly details, let's just say it was my turn to experience bus-sickness on the ride. Humiliating, scary, and most likely traumatizing for the kids who were around me. Especially the poor kid to my immediate right! Was a terrible thing. Once in the museum, I divided up the kids into the other parent led groups and took off to find the bathroom and a dark quiet place to sit and get ready for the ride home, which thankfully went fine. Although "fine" is a relative term.
I slept so much in the past two days that this morning I reflected that if Toby acted like this, he'd probably be put to sleep. I guess I am lucky to not be a dog.
My house should be surrounded with caution tape at this point and I am trying to summon the energy to remedy the worst of the cumulative mess that has accrued. Grateful to have stocked up on bleach and that I live alone, I guess! How lucky it is a three day weekend! Cheers.