Monday the tables took a swift turn on me.

I distinctly remember having this thought in the morning: “Wow, I haven’t really gotten sick yet. So far so good.”

Then, by the time I got home I felt like I had to pee relentlessly even though I really didn’t, and I realized a dull ache in my lower back was worsening.

And yes, it’s a UTI. And now I’m on antibiotics, the little killers.

Then, I distinctly remember having this thought in the early afternoon as I watched two kids fighting, one from our classroom, one from the other: “At least Woody and Wade aren’t in the same class!”

Then, a couple hours later, Lisa saddled up next to me to quietly reveal that some changes are likely coming our way starting January, one of them being the addition of Wade to our classroom.

Duh. duh. duh.

And the poop hits the fan.

It’s also smeared across the stool where Marcus sat.

(I’m not upset about these things, it’s just curious my thoughts seemed to be triggering change.)