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Kindergarten is dead to me

For real, though...
The girl was coughing all day yesterday, and was a general snot factory, in addition to not acting like her normal, bouncy self.
Today, she is home from school, and I am a human couch cushion.
It's the last week of the semester, and I have things... important things... that need to be done.
Instead, I'm my daughter's bean bag chair, explaining details of a movie the kids have been watching non stop for the last month.
Granted, it's comforting to know that my children don't fully pay attention to anything, and they don't reserve this just for me.
But... back to the kindergarten petri dish...
Things could be worse... we only had vomit for 4 days of the school year. Even though the girl has gotten a letter from the school for missing days, and it's 2.5 weeks before Christmas break.  At least each absence wasn't accompanied by puke. I can wipe a runny nose all day, er'y day.
I think I need a nap. Laying around is exhausting.

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