I Went Down

[handful_ofdust]

Still good and sick, and four hours into today's nine-hour block of work, I already knew I was beat. So I took my boss's advice and booked off the rest of this week, cancelling all my classes; we'll push stuff ahead, work through Week Five, make it up then. All the students I talked to are weirdly fine with it. The plain fact is, I need to get fucking well, and get shed of this shit before it metastasizes. (Besides, this way, at least I'll be the one taking notes for Cal at tomorrow's 9:00 A.M. re-evaluation...probably a definite plus.)

Yesterday, I snapped the TV off and Cal gave a howl (he'd been watching Treehouse). "We have to go out, dude," I said. "Mommy and Daddy have to shop." He ran up and down, fake-cried, then yelled something which sounded for all the world like: "But that's not what I wanna do!"

Which is amazing, but a bit of a conundrum, right? Because what can I possibly say but: "Oh my God, GOOD TALKING, bunny! But seriously, we still have to go."

So he went, and he didn't like it, but we got it done. That's all we needed.

Comments

[marcy-italiano.livejournal.com]

"Oh my God, GOOD TALKING, bunny! But seriously, we still have to go."

Aww... that's so cute. :)

[green-trilobite.livejournal.com]

Seriously, it really sounds like you needed to go boom. It's rare that you get everyone that would ordinarily
bitch be cool about it. And hey, faboo on the Cal vocalization!

Get well soon!
GT