It’s a sick weekend for me so our coffee would absolutely have to be virtual this weekend.
On Saturday I babysat the boys and the girl! Not for long. They’re mom and dad had to go get some food so I stayed with the kiddos! The baby is absolutely precious. Hardly a peep out of her. Anderson was actually still asleep most of the time then got up and went to his dad’s office to play Minecraft and I didn’t even know it, he was so quiet. Spencer on the other hand is always some kind of trouble. Nothing terrible yesterday but he kept me on the move.
I came home and went to bed. I’ve had a sharp pain in my side for almost two weeks. At first it was intermittent but the last more than a week it has been non stop. I didn’t know what it was. My daughter, after watching me move hunched over and grimacing, asked why. I told her why. In fact I had told her several times but in the commotion of the baby’s arrival and her post op troubles she didn’t take note. So I explained where the pain was and what kind of pain and she showed me her scar from her gall bladder surgery and said it sounds like that’s the issue with me. The type of pain and the location, that is. And it also reminded me that when I had my big surgery in 2015, my gall bladder was inflamed but they couldn’t remove it in the same incision because the don’t have good end results when they do that, too many infections. So now I think maybe that’s it. She told me to drink apple cider vinegar mixed with apple juice. I don’t have apple cider vinegar and I am not up to going to the store. Early this morning I decided to try the apple juice. It helped tremendously. Its a lot better now. Yay!
Emily over at Nerd In the Brain is hosting #WeekendCoffeeShare for the first time this week. Her post this week was about a bothersome safety incident at her daughter’s school in which the school did nothing to notify the parents of the issue. If you haven’t done so, go take a look. She asked if any Readers had similar experiences. I do. Instead of commenting there, I am writing them up here. I think I may have written about one of them previously but in a different context.
When my son entered middle school, it was kind of a scary time. Up until that point he had been in his neighborhood school with students that I knew; teachers I knew; and parents that were very involved, as I was. When they moved on to middle school, there were kids from three other elementary schools, one of which was not the best in the area. My son, I figured, would do fine. He was a model student and had not ever gotten into trouble. We had the talk about being careful to trust kids that we didn’t know and taking it slow in making new friends. The first week was fine. He was happy at the new school and had retained most of his old friends and made a couple of new ones. Then the first Friday of the school year I picked him up and he wasn’t himself. He said he had a note for me from the Principal. I asked what happened and he said it was better if I took car pool home and we talked about it at home. Finally at home, he took the letter out of his backpack and handed it over. Apparently, some boy had taken a gun to school in his backpack and although he had not brandished it, the backpack had fallen out of the locker during P.E. and had discharged. No one had been hurt. The boy had been taken into custody by Police. A search had been made of the locker room and everyone had been questioned. There were no other guns. No one else was involved. That was the note to everyone. It had happened about 60 minutes before dismissal and they had handled it beautifully, including the letter to all parents. There was an additional note asking me to call the Principal. I asked my son if he was involved and he said yes. It was in his P.E. class, just a few feet away from him. I called the Principal, shaking as I dialed, and I was afraid to hear how my son had been involved. No need. He wanted to praise me for raising my son to be honest and forthcoming, even when it might not be a popular move. It appears that my son was the only one that identified the boy with the gun in his backpack, even though many others knew who it had been. My son was the only one to speak up and say what had happened and whose backpack it was. Yay! Yay for my son! But also I think it was a wonderful move for the Principal to notify all parents immediately.
The second incident was years later. My son was in college and his sister had been having a lot of problems at school so I pulled her out to do homeschooling at the end of the first semester of grade twelve. I had her at home with me when I got a phone call from another parent. She thought I might know what was going on. She said the whole school area was surrounded by police and there was a helicopter circling the area. The streets were closed. It had been this way for hours. I didn’t know but I told her I would make some calls and find out what I could. I had worked in the district and knew a lot of the people at that high school. One friend in particular would tell me what was going on, I was sure. I called, dialing her extension directly because the switchboard was not putting any calls through. My friend, whispering during the entire call, confirmed that something was going on. There was an armed woman in the apartment building directly across the street from the school entrance gate. She had appeared when school was starting, gun in hand, threatening to shoot students. When school security arrived, she ran back to her apartment and barricaded herself. School gates had been locked and police called. School continued as if normal, with the kids being allowed to move freely on campus throughout the day. No notice had been given to parents. It had been kept off of television. But my friend said all kids were safe and would be dismissed at regular times, even if police escorts were needed. The school day ended and all was okay. The woman was finally taken into custody hours later. But the school had done nothing to notify the parents. Not a phone call on that $75,000 auto-dialer that PTA had paid for. Not a letter home with students. Not a note on their webpage. Instead, the chose to ignore it and the parents. Even days later, there had been no official statement from the school or the school district office. As I no longer had a student there, I didn’t make the call to the Superintendent whom I knew personally. Instead, I signed a letter of petition to the school district along with hundreds of other parents in the area. All we got was an assurance that policies and procedures would be reviewed and revised as necessary. Not very reassuring.
That’s my story; my involvement with the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Other than that, I don’t have much more to say. I’ve not been reading. I finished the entire West Wing, again for the 8th time since January of 2016. And yesterday I binge watched Call the Midwives. I am not sure what I will watch next. Oh, I also watched an excellent movie that I recommend highly. It’s called Taking Chance. It stars Kevin Bacon in a role very different from others he has played. It’s the story of a military escort bringing the body of a deceased soldier home to his family for burial. It is deeply moving and if you are not afraid of shedding a few tears, I urge you to watch it. It’s free on Hulu.
#WeekendCoffeeShare is a weekly blog link-up hosted by Emily at Nerd In the Brain. Head over and take a look!