As I previously stated and repeat here again, our mindset must change from one of resignation to one of advocacy. We must act to make those changes that reduce the chance it will happen in the future. We must have the courage to choose our children and protect the future of our nation.

superintendent of my children’s school district

This is the last of it. Every year I day I am going to keep writing April through February. Except for the very rare update, it never happens

It’s not fair. 
I want to go, too. 
When is it my turn?
She always get to do the fun stuff. 
When will be it boys’ sleepover?
How many more days?

Soon, Buddy. Soon. Promise. 

She hates pie. And muffins. And most cake. Minus the cake, I’m not sure how she is even my child. Sweet things just aren’t her jam. Oh yea. She also doesn’t like jelly. Or jello. Or pudding.

Today they slept. And slept and slept. I didn’t wake anyone for daycare. School is on spring break. With yesterday being such a long day, I decided to let them decide when they wanted to rise from their beds.

It’s happened again. Another shooting in a school. This time was an elementary school. Three students were gunned down. Nine year olds.

Hard things are coming. It’s been looming all week. Today was prep day. Are the clothes clean? Does anything need to be pressed? Do the shoes fit? Can we even find the dress shoes?

My dad called this morning just to say hi. It was nice to talk and just get caught up for a minute. So much has been going on that it was a little sliver of normalcy is an otherwise emotionally draining week.

It’s been a long and exhausting week. Pulling myself out of bed each morning has been an uphill battle. We’ve all slept in until the very last minute. We were absolutely hobbling into Friday.

The news came in this morning while I was swamped at my desk. A meeting at 11:30 and I’m woefully underprepared. I saw who was calling and immediately knew. Those calls don’t happen at work unless it is something like this. Last time he called me at work it was for similar reason. Just a different sad loss.