My Friend Streppy

     So, strep throat and I have been in an on again-off-again relationship longer than Britney and K-fed.  I catch it at least once a year.  At least.  On one occasion, I even caught it FOUR times.  Once in the summer even.  


Yeck.  


Last year's incident was the sickest I have ever been. Ever.  103.5 degree fever. 
 This is what I looked like. 

Terrible, right?  


     Well, good ole' streppy is back.  Two sick days and one z-pack later, and I think I'm on the mend.  Tonight, I drug myself to Parent/Teacher Conferences.  I ended up having some down time which was both a blessing and a curse.  In my experience, when you are trapped, alone in a classroom for an extended period of time, you start to go a little nutty...thinking about all The Stuff you all still have left to do as a class.  


Holiest of all Holy Cows.  


There are math facts to memorize and presidents to study.  Mountains to draw and reports to write.  


Then came The Glumps.  The Shoulda-woulda-coulda's.  The Nothing's-Ever-Good-Enough's. 


Meh. 


I shouldn't have missed these two days (um. see above.  Yes. I should have).  We should have finished this unit faster.  I should have skipped ahead and covered this instead. 


You know the drill.    


But on the way home, I thought of this quote. 

     I think we're gonna be ok.  Guess what.  You will be, too.  And here's another photo taken after last year's Strep Throat Debacle....so that first photo doesn't haunt your dreams.  

Love, blurry Macbook photos, and now I want to grow my hair out again, 
H.