I have a gem of a classroom assistant who sent me home today because my lovely monsters and their lovely nose-picking, snot-smearing habits won the battle against my lysol wipes and hand sanitizer.  

I lasted about three hours on the couch.  And then I begged a walk off Nate.  I coaxed him into a sweets run.  And then a late night gym session.  He's downstairs now and I'm upstairs because he needs some space from my cabin fever jitters.  And apparently it's hard to assemble furniture when someone is jabbering at you about your favorite pair of panties and the new echinacea tea that is going to be The Cure, and what's new at redbox.  Bless him, he's a saint.

I've read two books.  I'm in the middle of the third, but it's about vampires and with the quantities of cold medicine I'm taking I'm not sure I want to go there in my dreams so the blood sucking is on hold.  I've read all of Facebook.  All of it.  I've gone through half a bag of cadbury eggs and one delicious cupcake.  I've graded all the things.  Dirtied all the dishes.  Blown all the kleenexes.  

And now I'm sitting here thinking up reasons to run downstairs because I am not good at this "be still, rest" thing and I'm also on a bit of a sugar high.  Why is Easter candy out already?!  Because God loves me.  That's right He does.  Even when I'm out of sorts and only half human, even then.