This morning I woke up, like normal, and did my morning work out routines. As the morning goes along I find that I am less and less able to stand up-right. I thought I had a gas bubble. Anyone who knows me, knows that I don’t just not ‘show up’ for work- even after Scotty’s threats that I better stay home (should have listened!). After getting sick twice I head for the door for my all important meeting first thing. I get to school and quickly realize I might have made a very big mistake. After being asked if I was pregnant by two teachers, I realize I might just need to be heading back to bed sooner than later. I had originally planned on going to my meeting and figuring out what to do with my kids and then coming back home. Luckily, the secretary said she would take care of it all. I never made it to the meeting because I thought the parent had not shown up. Turns out, they were in a different room! Good thing I didn’t go though because I would have had to rudely run out of the room mid-meeting! Thank God for the small things!! So as I am heading back to my car in a slow run with my hand clutched to my mouth I quickly realize I just might not make it to the car! I ignore the ‘Hi Mrs. Hatcher!” as I run to my car. With seconds to spare I might it out of site with just enough time to save face!! I am currently at home on the futon with a pug on each side wishing me well. With a quick nap and some reality T.V. I am starting to recover and no longer wishing for death.