Ode to snot

I have a cold yet again, I swear to god that this house should be deemed the house of snot or germs.  Kids are on spring break so I can't even blame it on the institution of learning.  Not sure why every time I take time off I get sick.  It's like my body says "We ain't getting paid" and shuts down.  My body has a union and apparently the contract is up!

Finnegan is also full of snot and everytime he sneezes he wipes his arm across his face to ensure complete snot coverage.  It's pleasent.  Between the snot and the poop I'm not surprised I'm sick.  Kids are gross, with a capital G.  Good thing they're cute.  Right now Finnegan is in front of me running in circles, giggling like mad, speaking some foreign language as he goes.  Cracker bits and snot are flying everywhere.
I swear I need to have someone come in with industrial strength anti-bacterial pressure washers to spray  this place down.  Finnegan is yelling at me and smiling so he obviously agrees.  Not much to report on this week.  Everything tastes like phlegm. 



Ode to snot

Oh wonderful snot, bright and green
Oozing from this hazy bean

Filling up my every pore
Lovingly packed to my very core

Sticky, gooey, germs they run
Kicking back and having fun

Flying out with every sneeze
Dancing on the chilly breeze

Singing songs of silly schemes
Smiling through these web filled dreams

Climbing up and pulling down
Always green and never brown

Oh wonderful snot so full of grace
Sticking to this cranky face