This morning we had what I imagine will be our last snow delay of the year. We got about two-three inches of snow last night and it was such a beautiful sight to wake up. I really do love snow. Snow often means time off of work to spend with my savages, so I always look forward to snow! C was excited to learn she had a two hour delay this morning so we had a leisurely morning of eating breakfast, taking baths, and watching some tv. It was the perfect way to start our day!

As per someone’s suggestion, I wrote a note to C’s teacher to ask her to call me so we could discuss the incident yesterday. When she called I relayed what had happened on the bus, reassuring her that I really didn’t care what happened with the ponies, but I wanted them to know what had been said between the girls. The teacher said she would bring it up with the principal based on the fact that a threat was made against C. She and the principal had a meeting about it immediately and then I talked on the phone with the principal this afternoon. It seemed to all go very well. C has her pony back and was told not to lend out her toys anymore and the other little girl was spoken to about the threat. Thankfully it was taken care of quickly and without drama!

Tonight is a breakfast for dinner kind of night. We are all so sleepy and ready for bed so I decided to do something quick and simple.

Remember that little pony? C has been asking her friend for the past few days for her little pony back and the girl she lent it to has always told her no. However today, C told me that when she asked the girl again the girl said, I’m not giving it back. If I have to hit you I can. 

Well that escalated quickly.

This is our first dealing with someone bullying one of our kids and this makes me really sad.  I knew it was going to happen, but I was hoping we had a few years. *sigh*

I’m sitting here in the living room waiting for C to come home from church. The boys are in bed and as soon as C is home that is where she will be too! A few days ago I came down with a cold, which isn’t a big deal except now my throat is scratchy and when my throat gets scratchy I cannot sleep! So, last night I got a grand total of three and a half hours of sleep. Today I had that glazed over, super super tired feeling that is usually only reserved for when my babies are infants. None of my children slept through the night before 8 months old, and until they did sleep through the night, they were up 3-4 times a night every night. Goodness, I don’t miss that!! Well, I’m going to take some ibuprofen for my throat and some benadryl for some sleep! Goodnight!

When we were kids, I remember it was always kind of fun when we did fire drills in school. The alarm would sound, and you didn’t always know if it was a drill or the real thing (btw- it was never the real thing), but you would line up and head for the doors, get outside, and wait in lines all around the school. After about 10 minutes you would get the all clear and head back in. By the time you got back inside, it took the teacher a good while to calm the class down. And if you were lucky, a whole class period was messed up because of the drill.

Well the other day C came home and told us that they were doing bad guy drills. Bad guy drills!!

And my heart sank.

She doesn’t know what an active shooter is. She doesn’t know that people have gone into schools and done heinous things to children. She doesn’t know that it is a fear that lives in the back of the minds of every mom and dad at some point or other.

She thought it was fun. A little adventure. A break from her class time.

Don’t get me wrong. I am so very thankful that the schools practice this, but it is a reminder of how times have changed since my childhood. My kids are growing up in a post-Columbine, post-9/11, post-Newtown world and it’s very hard for me to accept that we as parents have to be much more vigilant than previous generations… and that makes me sad.

For the past few nights, C has been asking to do Bad Guy drills here at the house, so we have been practicing here at home. We let Baby E be the bad guy and the kids tiptoe and hide from him as quietly as possible. They think it’s a game. And I pray to God that is all it ever is.

This evening at dinner we were talking about bullies and how sometimes C bullies Big E.

C- I’m not a bully!!!

Big E- Yes you are. But you dress like a big sister!!