germs and such

i am sick and tired of being sick and tired. i knew something was coming, that my body was in battle with some germ. but, i fought the germ and the germ won. it's not a particularly bad germ. in fact, i easily could blame it on a bad case of allergies if the trips to the bathroom weren't so...

i think the worst part is the fatigue. i fell asleep at 8:15 last night and slept until my alarm went off at 6:10 this morning. i could totally go back to bed now. maybe i will. the captain thinks i should start exercising so my immune system will get stonger. let's start with a leg lift...aaannnddd i am spent.

i was out standing at the bus stop this morning with punkin and the other kids and parents. after the bus left, my favorite mom told me a story about what happened to her kid yesterday. i had heard a bunch of yelling when they had gotten off the bus, but kids are like that so i didn't pay much attention. it turns out that her son (who is 7 or 8) was picking on another girl by swatting her with his empty lunchbox. the girl (who is quite larger than the boy, and whose age goes up every time i speak with this mom - today she was 22) retaliated by swinging her backpack full of books and God knows what else at him, effectively knocking him to the ground. knocking him hard enough that he cried.

so here goes the mom (this is what makes her my favorite): what in the hell was she thinking? she weighs 200 pounds and is 22 fucking years old! those backpacks weigh a lot! she didn't even fucking apologize! i told her she'd better fucking apologize - i didn't say "fucking" though, but believe me, i wanted to! she finally said she was sorry! can you imagine if that had been the other way around? her mother would probably had called the fucking cops on me! she basically said this in one breath. then she smiled at me, pulled her coat around herself and said "well, see you tomorrow!" and walked home.