Sniffle Snuffle

I awoke this morning with a nose that cannot decide whether it wants to be stuffy or runny, and a sore throat.
I had to spend all day on a fieldtrip with my oldest daughter at a fish hatchery. Oh boy, bet you can guess how fun that was! The trip consisted of:

Riding a school bus with twenty children singing "Do Your Ears Hang Low?"
Walking to a railing over the river to watch a shitload of salmon migrate up a concrete ladder thing.
Walking to a building where a man whapped salmon on the head, then sent them to another man who sliced them open for egg retrieval. (Question running through my head during this display: What is the fish-whapper-guy's job title? What does he tell people he does for a living?)
Watching same twenty children touch a dead fish and then go eat their lunches. (I made my daughter wash her hands-ew!)
Riding home on the same bus with the same children who were now tired, dirty and smelly. My daughter kept telling me, "Mommy, I'm bored!" Bored? I asked her what she had expected riding a school bus for thirty minutes. A circus train?

I tried to take a nap when I got home. I didn't even want to play my game, I felt sooooo yucky. But as soon as I would drift off to sleep (on the couch) someone would inevitably ask, "Mommy, what's this? Mommy, how do I do that? Mommy, are you asleep?"

Fer cryin' out loud!