My week

Here is a brief glance at my last week and a half:

*Cough*
Report cards loom.
*Sneeze*
Snow and cold.
*Ache and cough*
No late starts nor a snow day much to everyone's chagrin.- Oh yeah, and report cards ever on my mind.
*Cough some more and begin to baby a very tender nose*
School, school and more school- Not sick enough not to go but miserable while there.
*Wipe, wipe, and wipe my nose again- I've gone through two boxes of Kleenex at school alone not to mention the floor by my bed every morning because I can't seem to hit the garbage can in the middle of the night*
My mornings are starting later but feeling earlier and long, long days filled with colonial America, a stuffed nose, finding equivalent fractions not to mention mixed numbers, a sore throat and a gazillion different biographies of famous and semi-famous people. Oh, and aren't reports cards coming up?
*Sneeze and beg the librarian for some cold medicine because I left mine at home*
Mutual where the bishop asks me if I'm feeling all right and the young woman's president sends me home to a glorious bed by 8:00.
Finally, yesterday, I wake up and think, "Wow, I feel better today!" Then, "Oh my goodness- report cards are due tomorrow!"

Now it is Friday night and I am exhausted, but report cards are done and sent home and I've only weakly coughed a few times and my nose is no longer looking like Rudolph's sister's nose and I have a whole weekend to get ready for Monday!

SMILE!