Viva Las Vegas: Leaving on a Jet Plane. 

So, many have asked — and the answer is no. I’m not in Las Vegas…yet. 

With a very heavy heart, I have decided I will depart tomorrow evening. I feel the weight of the evil that took place there – It’s taken me this long to begin processing any of it. 

Tomorrow, I will hug Those Johnson Girls and The Man a little too tight, give them a few too many kisses, and board a plane with 5 of the raddest bossbabes I know. 

You see, I won the opportunity to attend the national convention for my side business. I couldn’t have been more excited for my first ever trip to Las Vegas. But, when I woke up Monday — that was the last thing on my mind. I thought of all the people injured or brutally murdered at the hands of evil. 

I was reminded of the mantra I have adopted for my life “The Answer is Never to Love Less” and wondered how in the hell that applied to this situation. 

I have decided I will go. And I will celebrate life to the fullest for those who cannot. I will wear a sparkly dress — even if I feel numb and empty and heartbroken. These people showed up to a live concert because they loved life and loved a good time. These are my people. It’s personal. So personal. 

So, I’m going to smile my best smile. Even if it’s fake for now. I will dance, I will sing, and I will laugh. I will celebrate life & I will live it to the fullest of my ability  If not, then fear and evil win. It’s NOT a way to disgrace those who have or are actively suffering. I wrestled with that internal dialogue for some time. It’s a choice. I know my people. These are my people. 

My cousin John was the first to clue me in on what had happened. We talked rationally about the statistics for a bit (because, I suspect we are both more comfortable talking this way) and without saying it – he said said “go”.  I value him and his opinion. He’s level-headed, but also has a good soul. He’s my people too. 

My mom opened my eyes to a new perspective tonight — the medical workers who have been working triple or quadruple shifts and not taking breaks to eat, use the bathroom or rest. They are saving countless lives and will never appear on TV lauded as heroes. You will never hear these stories. They won’t be on the news or in the paper. Because they can’t stop working. Ever. 

 I am looking for a way to give back while I’m there – maybe a way to thank the doctors, nurses, nursing assistants, …..? Suggestions welcome. All blood donation appointments for the area are booked solid — so I’ll have to find a different route to help. Ideas?

Prayer always helps – and they are welcome too.  Please show those around you MORE love. Fear and evil cannot win. You are my people too. Thanks for being a part of this crazy journey. 

“The Answer is Never to Love Less.”


I’m 40,000 feet in the air right now, on a cross-country flight to see one of my best friends marry her love. I couldn’t be happier. I’m on detroit’s favorite low-budget airline because it was the only nonstop flight that had times I could live with, and that means no wi-fi. So…I’m left with just my thoughts and candy crush to entertain me (those candies are NOT going to crush themselves). I’ve had a thought for a long time now – and that’s where all my blog posts start. Something that stews in my brain for a few weeks until I’ve had enough and have to get it out. 
This blog was started for me, and only me. I’ve been lucky that a few loving people read it, and I’m going to ask for feedback on this one – if anyone is still reading at this point…

I’m struggling with the idea of gratitude vs. bragging. My dad has always demanded humility of my sister and I. We could be proud of our accomplishments, and we knew he was proud of us…but he was clear that we didn’t need to brag to the world. He despised it. I get why, completely. There’s nothing more off-putting than someone who is constantly telling you how amazing their life is (which is most people’s Facebook — an extremely edited version of their lives, mine too). People brag about how amazing their kids, marriage, house, car, job, shoes, lives are. Its obnoxious. Especially when you are working really hard and struggling. I know. I’ve been both the bragger and the struggler. We all have, I suspect. 

So here’s the question: my focus is gratitude – which requires I focus my energy on looking for the things I’m grateful for. This mindset has truly transformed my life. I could make a laundry list of things I’m thankful for and reasons why – but it feels like bragging. 

The man – he’s the most compassionate person I have ever met. He treats me very well, and is an amazing dad to Those Johnson Girls. He’s incapable of saying the word “no” to them (which drives me insane)…and also to me (which is totally different and a strength rather than a flaw…double standards be damned). He works very hard and can literally fix anything I break (which is a real challenge). He takes his time to make decisions (but usually makes the right one the first time), whereas I just make decisions quickly – for better or worse. The man will literally give you the shirt off his back, weld your car back together and offer whatever he has, even if he’s just met you. 

Those Johnson Girls – what can I say here. I have always wanted to be a mom. I think I can check that box now. I have four completely different personalities that make me a better person (and make me laugh) on the daily. They aren’t perfect, they are real. They make mistakes, they certainly make messes, they make lots of noise, and I love the crazy mess. 

The Job: I love teaching. It’s my true passion and I can’t imagine doing anything else. I’ve entertained the idea several times — but I can’t bring myself to seriously consider it. I love what I do, I love the people I work with, I love my district. 

The house: three years ago we moved from a small house with one bathroom to a slightly larger home with 2.5 bathrooms in a neighborhood that is perfect for little girls! I’m still thankful for every single square inch of space. I vividly remember the claustrophobic nightmare, the suffocating feeling that our walls were closing in – and the plastic toys appeared to be breeding at night. I’m thankful we can have two girls using a bathroom at once! I love our neighborhood “pack” of kids that roam from one yard to the next (they’re all attached) playing and being kids. I love giving out popsicles all day long to my little friends too!

The side gig: I know many of you don’t want to read this part – and I’ve purposely not included it in my blog thus far… but I can’t any longer. Before you roll your eyes (I did that too), just hear me out. I’m on an airplane right now going to a friend’s wedding across the country. This is something that I would never have been able to consider before this side gig. Without hesitation, when I got the invite – I booked the tickets for the man and I. Which brings me to my next “thing” I’m thankful for. 

My family & friends: My mom asks when she can watch my girls – for real. She comes every Tuesday during the school year. Most of the time when I need someone to watch them, I feel like I’m inconveniencing them (they require a great deal of energy and patience). But not yet, she says “I can’t wait. I love being with them”. For real. Is there a working mom alive that wouldn’t cry to hear that? My mother in law comes and watches my girls on Thursdays – and usually ends up doing all of our laundry (working moms cry again, right?), dishes, and cleans whatever she can get her hands on. She takes great care of Those Johnson Girls and almost always brings treats to eat and dinner. For real. My sister lives close to me and drove me to the airport this morning. “Bye bye bye” came on the radio and without any words exchanged, we started our performance with the dancing at 5:45am. I have friends and a sister who I could call anytime day or night and they’d be there for me in a flash.

What else could anyone ask for? My gratitude is unavoidable with this much amazing stuff around….but rereading that — it does sound like bragging!!!!! So, what’s better?? I’m really conflicted about all this. 

I’ve chosen to love my life. Exactly as it is. Does this mean I’m not humble? 

Be in the picture. (It’s not what you think)

My mom is one of the smartest people I know.  There was a commercial on TV about having a readiness plan in the event of an emergency. So, I asked my mom what she would take from our house if she only had 5 minutes to grab things.  Without hesitating (this was clearly not the first time she had thought about it), she said “all my pictures”.  That really stuck with me.  Pictures weren’t that important to me and I really didn’t understand why they were to her.  

 I’m not sure when it happened. But it does, to most people (mainly women) at some point and it certainly did to me. I despised having my picture taken unless I was 100% perfectly groomed, with a new dress and every hair in place. 

When I was 5 years old, I imagine I was a whole lot like M (well-played, karma).  Spunky, wild, and begging to have my picture taken any chance I could. “MOM, take one of me up here in the rafters of the garage!” I never even considered what my hair or makeup or outfit looked like. Chances are pretty high that I was covered in dirt, bruises and scrapes (a lot like M) and had a huge smile, the kind where you can see the sparkle in the person’s eyes many years later.  

Perhaps puberty is to blame, or society with their images of perfection…but I’m not interested in placing blame. 

In high school I was uncomfortable in my own skin (as I imagine many are at that age). I didn’t enjoy having my picture taken most of the time, but I still obliged my mom or grandma when special occasions demanded photos. 

I had a lot of fun in college (there, I said it). A lot of fun. I joined the best sorority in the world and quickly learned how to pose for pictures so I would look marginally better in them. We took more pictures than anyone could ever need (and yes, we needed film then). It was just a thing we did. And…looking back at them, I’m so glad we have those pictures. 

So, not to go all amateur philosopher on you, (but this is my blog, so I get to do whatever I want), but I believe there are two branches of the “meaning of life” and I’m going to oversimplify them to the point where my philosophy major friends will likely unfriend me…but here goes:

The first is to be happy, and the second is to leave your mark on the world. 

When I married the man, we had a photographer and a videographer like people sometimes do. I’m certainly glad we have pictures of that day — but I’m mostly glad I have pictures of all the guests and family on that day. I will look at that album about once every few years (when searching through the boxes in the basement for something else, generally) and I never look at pictures of me in there — but all the other people of that day. 

My body doesn’t do pregnancy well. That was a big understatement…but, it doesn’t. So, I definitely didn’t want any pictures taken of me. This was true when I was pregnant with M as well — and also the years in between when my body wasn’t “normal” anymore.  Those Johnson girls and I have a saying about that now anyway:

Normal is a dryer setting

Between M and P, I realized a lot of things. I grew as a person in ways I couldn’t have imagined. I changed. My perspective was dramatically different. Because of the sign I saw (see blog post from June 2017). 

So, I started allowing people to take my picture whenever they wanted. I willingly jumped in to pictures (no matter how I looked…but a side effect was that I started taking better care of my appearance because I knew someone might take a picture of me.  I even honed my ninja photobombing techniques. My mom even commented that she was surprised I let her take my picture when I was pregnant with P. 

Here’s the thing. Funerals make you think about life. I had a streak where I was attending too many in a short period of time…which shifted my amateur philosophical ramblings into hyperdrive. They all had picture boards or slide shows with pictures and I was always drawn to them (I’m socially awkward and NEVER seem to have the right words to say in these moments, so looking at the pictures gives me something more comfortable to do). It made me start to wonder what pictures they would find of me one day….I had childhood pictures (albeit FAR less than my sister since I was the youngest), I had senior pictures, wedding pictures, and…. pictures of me that one time I had my hair done for someone’s wedding…and…. well, there wasn’t much else. Don’t get me wrong I am a mom of 4 girls. I have a million pictures of them. But, if you needed to find a picture of me as an adult, you would have been more likely to find a live unicorn making muffins in your kitchen. 

So, I decided those johnson girls needed some pictures of their mom with them. Their mom doing stuff (I am actually fortunate to do an incredible amount of stuff). My nieces will want to see a picture of their Aunt one day. They deserve them. My picture board at my funeral will have happy memories because of this shift. There are definitely some photos I cringe to look at – but through my girls’ eyes, I am beautiful and that’s all I need. 

So, I’m pleading – be in the picture. Some say that selfies make our society narcissistic… I say take a crazy selfie with everyone you meet.  Because they are fun!  Smile and let the camera see the sparkle in your eye. Be alive.  

“The Answer Is Never To Love Less” : the story behind the life mantra. 

The sign.
It was a sign. No, really. It was an actual sign, well – a billboard technically. It was on eastbound I-69 between Lansing and Flint. The billboard simply read “The Answer is Never to Love Less”. It was December 19 of 2014, and I was already ugly crying my way home from my best friend’s house. I was on my way to a family Christmas Party / Birthday party for my Granny. I had stayed the night at my friend’s house, at her request. 

You see, her husband and high school sweetheart (which also made him another bff to both me and “the man”) fought addiction. He lost. 

I have a lot of ideas on how to fight the addiction cycle and how to stop the opioid epidemic, but that’s not at all what this post is about. 

I remember just two days before getting a phone call that changed my life. He had passed away. I remember tucking myself tightly into a ball with my back against the wall and just shaking. It couldn’t be real. But it was. Very very real. 

Having absolutely no idea what she was going through, I just reached out (sobbing) to her and reminded her I loved her and told her to tell me what she needed. When she told me she didn’t want to be alone that night, I hopped on the expressway as fast as I could. Even if I could provide a small distraction, that seemed like it would help. I definitely didn’t know what to say or do…but this is my best friend and I was certain I’d be forgiven if I happened to “say the wrong thing”. 

So on the way home the next day, this sign hit me like a Mack Truck. 

“The Answer is Never to Love Less”

It echoed so loudly in my head that I had to pull the mini-van over to the side of the road. 

This next part is RAW, and definitely not something I’m proud of…but this blog is about being honest and real and leaving my comfort zone. 

I had been listening to lies that society tells us about marriage for a few months leading up to this.  I had decided for myself that “the man” didn’t care for me, or even love me.  I judged him for everything. I assumed he had bad intentions with every interaction we had. All of them. You can imagine the drama I created out of nothing. For MONTHS.  Definitely not proud of this. 

But, when I saw that sign — I decided  I was the lucky one. He was still alive and right there. He had always been right there. Always. Waiting (as patiently as he could) for me to get over my damn self!  I have so much mad respect for “the man”. You have no idea. So, that day I decided this billboard would become my new life mantra. And I would do my best to love the shit out of everyone in my life. I have definitely failed many times — but this remains the goal for me in all of my relationships. It has changed my perspective on life, and also changed me more than I ever could have imagined. One billboard. 

Except (plot twist)…..there was never actually a billboard.  We drove back to Lansing the next day for the visitation and on the way back I was looking for the sign. I knew exactly where I was when I saw it. Except, it wasn’t there. There WAS a billboard – of a McDonalds coke that looked like it had been there for some time. But MY sign, didn’t exist. 

You can make of this what you will, but I know how I felt that day – and I know how dramatically my life has changed because of it. You may think I’m crazy now, and you’re probably right. But, I KNOW the answer to ANY PROBLEM is never to love less. It’s always to love more. Always. 

And I was lucky again, because “the man” is a great guy and my eyes were finally opened to that again. And I’m the luckiest wife in the world. Sorry, not sorry. It’s not mushy it’s fact. 

This guy. I have mad respect for this guy. Mad respect.
P is trying SO HARD to get that single pickle on the plate, but “the man” has got it under control!

Hug your spouse or significant other tight. Hold your kids tight, hold your friends tight. Love the people in your life MORE. 

As I sit here in my hotel room in Kansas City, while my husband is a single dad (with Those Johnson Girls) at home…I KNOW how amazingly lucky I am. I’m wishing I could hold them tight right now.  Instead, I’m afforded the luxury of attending the best professional development in the world, meeting new people, seeing my friends from all over the country, eating amazing BBQ and so many other opportunities. Because HE loves me. I have so much respect for this man. He has no idea how much. I plan to let him know more regularly. 
I challenge you : if you read this far, the next problem that frustrates you, try my solution. Try loving MORE when that’s the last thing you want to do. And then, call me and tell me what happened next. 


Losing people sucks. I lost my best buddy at work recently (see a few posts back) and it’s still hard daily. I’ve lost a lot of people who meant a lot to me over the years. And it just sucks.  I know we should be happier that they aren’t in any pain and they are in a better place….but it still sucks. A lot. 

But I was recently challenged (in my side business) to grow my network. Add some Facebook friends. Ok, I thought. Click on request friend. No problem. I was overwhelmed to find so many former classmates and former students and sorority sisters and Former colleagues and … and I reconnected on Facebook with them all.  If you are reading this and you are a new Facebook friend of mine…please don’t stop reading!  I thought the point was to have a broader audience to sell to, but I had a very unexpected outcome. 

You see, I really love people. I’m pretty sure that’s why I love teaching. It’s a “people” business!  I know that sounds strange. But, I care deeply and genuinely and have the most amazing people in my life. I learn from them all. Their strength in times of challenge, their courage when things are tough, their beauty. I love looking for the best in people. It AWAYS makes me a better person. With a better perspective on life. 

So, I decided to consciously look at the people I was reconnecting with and see if I could chat with them over messenger. It has lifted my spirits everyday. I am hearing from former students and long lost friends about their lives and their kids and their careers and their hopes and ambitions. And I realize….we really all want the same things. And struggle with the same things. People from every walk of life. They want to be respected and loved and challenged. They struggle with health, finances and relationships. Everyone wants to be heard. Maybe that’s why I started this blog?  Maybe I wanted to be heard. I’m not totally sure yet. 

One thing I am totally sure of, is that this reconnecting phase has made me more grateful, more kind, and more understanding with Those Johnson Girls.   That’s my #1 job. You see, God trusted me to take care of these girls for him – they don’t belong to me. So I’m reconnecting with Those Johnson Girls too. In case you were wondering…

  • Maggie wants to be a construction worker when she grows up. 
  • Nora got asked to the prom and is super excited for summer travel plans. 
  • Penelope can wave. 
  • Charlotte shared some issues she was having with friends. 

I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t listening, I would have missed it all. 

In a week, I’ll reconnect with my AP grading friends from all over the country. Reconnect. It’s a crazy time and I hate disconnecting with my girls and the man, but it is good for us all in a way. It makes us appreciate the reconnect moment more. 

I challenge you (if you read this far) to reconnect with someone from your past. Reach out to them. And then shoot me a message and tell me how it enhanced your perspective. Because, it will if you let it. 

How to use your lockdown training at home…and other tips!

This one is embarrassing. I was fortunate to attend A.L.I.C.E. training on a Wednesday morning earlier this month. Essentially, this is a form of enhanced lockdown in the event of the unthinkable. I’m happy to have the tools to keep my students and myself safe should the worst happen. However, the training was…scary.  We wore riot masks (in case we were “shot” – with airsoft gun- by the “bad guy”, who happened to be our school liaison officer). Im in the middle in the picture above. I’m happy to report I was quick to think on my feet and my teammates and I survived and actually had a pretty secure room! I was pretty proud of myself.  I learned a lot that day – most of which I never wanted to know and ALL of which I never hoped to use. Except I did. Only two days later. All of the training was used. But, in my home. 

I also had the privilege of having lunch with a colleague (a rarity in education) due to the training schedule. It was good to catch up, but even more so – this is the type of colleague & friend where you can talk “deep” very quickly and really know one another well. It was good for my soul to have someone ‘really’ listen and I did my best to be a good listener too (I hate to admit, but I’m usually so caught up in myself that I’m not very good at really listening- I’m working on it). This friend dropped me off to pick up the rental car (the van woes continue). We went back to work to teach the rest of the day and I didn’t think much more of it. 

Friday morning, I wake up a few minutes before my alarm goes off (at 5am) because P is stirring. She’s FAR too big for the bassinet, but it’s so convenient…I know, I know. Remember I already lost “mom of the year” on Jan 1st – it’s so freeing!  So P is right next to my bed (on my left), and starting to stir. I stick the paci back in and start playing on my phone. M is snoring (we have a tonsil consult later this week) and wedged under my right arm, because she is incapable of sleep in her own bed – yep, she’s 5.  “The man” likes to go downstairs each morning at a ridiculous hour and think about running. Most days he goes – but all days he thinks about going. 

I hear the loudest man’s voice coming from down stairs.  It was not “the man” that I’m married to. It said in the loudest, scary calm, serious tone I have ever heard “DON’T MOVE”. “DON’T MOVE. I WILL SHOOT YOU.” My heart started racing and I froze. For a minute I was sure I had imagined it (early morning, moms don’t sleep much anyways, …). But then he repeated those same words in that same tone. 

I called 911. An angel named Ashley talked to me. I was too scared to move at first. Then the Training kicked in. I grabbed the baby and Maggie and headed for the closet in my bedroom. I locked three doors between us and the “downstairs” on the way. Charlotte was on the other end of the house. There was no way I could get to her. I just prayed over and over that she wouldn’t be scared and that he wouldn’t come upstairs. I found all the ways I could barricade the door and everything around I could use to protect us. The training was powerful!

I was trying not to throw up hiding in the closet, clutching my babies very tight. I was angry that the 911 lady kept making me respond. I wanted to be silent so I could hear if someone was coming. It seemed they were taking an eternity to come. “Why was it taking them so long?” I kept pleading with her to ask them to hurry. I’m sobbing silently, shaking and trying to simultaneously convince M we were playing a fun “practice your hiding” game. She was even doing such a great job. All while trying not to hurl or pass out. 

Ashley told me when the police arrived. Then she told me they were walking around the outside. It still felt like forever. She finally asked if there was a way to get in. So, I told her how. The next thing I heard was that it was ok to hang up that they were there. I stayed hiding until there was a knock on the closet door (my locks had been foiled). It was….”the man”…the one I’m married to. He had a strange look on his face. I was terrified. I asked if the intruder was gone. He didn’t say anything and just said “the police are here and they want to talk to you”. I asked repeatedly if he was sure it was safe for us to come downstairs. It was 17 minutes from the time I called until the time he knocked. That’s the Longest. Time. Ever. 

I come downstairs, still clutching two kids tightly to find roughly 7 officers in our kitchen. I start asking questions rapid fire style, like only a concerned mother can do. No one answers any of them. I panic a little more. 

Because, apparently “the man” fell asleep on the remote control and the  weather radar channel (without audio) was on. He hit the vol up button in his sleep (a lot) and then hit the channel button at some point. Apparently, it turned to a crime show at an extremely unfortunate time.  They explained this to me no less than 5 times before I even heard the words they were saying. Oh. Oops. Big big big oops. I was so embarrassed and apologized profusely to the officers for wasting their time and resources and pulling them away from real emergencies. They assured me that they would much rather come protect me and my babies from the TV than have me wonder if I should call or not in a real emergency. They were so kind. One gave me a hug when he would see me shaking uncontrollably.  I’m so incredibly thankful to live in a community with amazing police officers who keep us safe from all threats (real and perceived) without making me feel dumb. So thankful. 

M got some high 5’s from the officers for her great hiding work (see, they are amazing people) and thought it was really cool that we had real police officers in our house. 

C – slept through the whole thing and refused to believe M that any of this happened (she’s known to tell a good story – like most 5 year olds). Relieved. 

I go to drop C off at latchkey and our neighbor is standing there on the phone with another neighbor and the woman at the desk is also a neighbor. He asks me if I’d seen all the police cars and if everyone was ok — and did I know what house it was for?  I thought HARD about pretending I had no clue what he was talking about — but I couldn’t. I said yes, everyone was fine. He dropped the phone and waited for the story. So I told it. And he lost his mind laughing. And called back the other neighbor, who also lost his mind laughing. Yep. 

I was still shaking at the end of the work day.  I ended up having to tell my first hour students what had happened because they kept saying “you are not alright”. Kids always know. They got a good laugh and we went on learning properties of circles.

To hear “the man” tell it is quite different. From his perspective…he was watching TV & thinking about running when the door opened and he heard “police”. He laughed and said “yeah, right”, convinced it was a neighbor playing a joke. Then there were so many officers and he was so confused. He said “hey fellas, you want some coffee?”  Because he’s an awesome guy like that. 

I immediately recognized two of the officers as school police liaison officers – though not the ones who trained me two days before. I prayed they wouldn’t remember me. It seemed to work….until today. One of the officers came in to our school for a extra support for the seniors last day “just in case” because, as I mentioned, they are incredible. He was chatting with a friend and he looked at me and said “you look familiar”. So, I had been found out. I blurt out “you came to the house when I called on my husband”.  Except that wasn’t at all what I meant. He said “oh, well that happens a lot” and tried to change the subject. I corrected myself “No, I mean I called 911 on the TV!” And he chuckled and admitted he definitely remembered that call. See, I’m memorable after all!  Since that day, I have mentally prepared for all kinds of traumatic events that could happen in my home, including contingency plans for C, the only kid who sleeps in her bed. 

We cut cable, and are trying to think up ways to thank our police department. They really are extraordinarily people. 

So there you have it. You, too, can use emergency lockdown training at home!  Just…don’t sleep on the remote!!

The next blog post will detail where the quote below came from and why it holds such significance in my life. 

“The answer is never to love less. “

How to notice when all the lights are green (and other bonus tips).

Wow.  I can’t believe how much has happened with Those Johnson Girls since the last blog post.  I don’t know why it still surprises me; chaos is our MO.

To begin, the car troubles continue.  The van is currently in the “van hospital” where the local dealership is attempting to exorcise the demons from the electrical and transmission systems.  The man is driving the big diesel that belonged to his dad.  Tomorrow, kind friends have agreed to pick us up and take us home, and my mom is helping to shuffle the little Johnson girls home and C to her activities.  I’m thankful we have supportive, willing to help, people in our lives.

C is not making a lot of progress at PT due to her refusal to do the “homework” as it’s uncomfortable.  If we can’t get some cooperation soon, it looks like a night splint is the next step.  Meanwhile, M needs tonsils and adenoids removed.  We, again, were fortunate that the head of pediatric ENT at U of M (who was NOT accepting new patients) agreed to do her surgery consult and surgery because her sister was a patient four years ago.  Phew!  She’s super excited for kindergarten, and from what I can tell…she’s ready!

On March 29, a close friend at work passed away suddenly (at work).  This man was one of my best friends at work.  The one I could vent to, and would offer support and encouragement.  He would tell me “you’re doing a hell of a job” exactly when I needed to hear it.  He was also a local celebrity.  With his celebrity status, there were many ceremonies to honor him.  I attended them all, hoping to get some peace.  They were beautiful ceremonies: a candlelight vigil for students, a faith-filled funeral service for family, and a memorial service at my school.  All beautiful tributes to this man and teacher.  But, my friend was still gone.  It still wasn’t real.  It still isn’t now.  I keep expecting him to walk around the corner with his big toothy grin and yell “hello”, except he was never actually yelling.  I keep waiting for him to barge into my classroom and tell me the latest news about our school and we would discuss it.  We both had the same mindset when it came to decisions about teaching and learning “are we doing what’s best for kids?”  It was wonderful to have someone whose teaching intentions were so closely aligned.  An ally in the political world that is public schools.  Especially the last few years. When I returned to work after P, I was pumping and therefore not eating lunch with others.  I didn’t have much time to chat with my other friends at work due to my schedule, but he made time — and made it a point to talk to me several times each day.  Many days, that was the only adult I spoke with all day long.  I took over one of his classes.  That has helped me the most.  These were the students who were with him when he passed away.  Together, we feel his presence.  It’s healing for me to get to know them and to work with them.  We all agreed he would be angry if we sat around being sad and NOT doing math for very long….so we do math now.  Every morning.  They are some of the most amazing students I have had the privilege to work with in the last 15 years.  It’s a very special group.  If you’re out there wondering if I’m alright, the answer is “not yet”.  I still get mad at him for leaving his family and his friends and his students, but I know that he wouldn’t have chosen to.  No one loved their family more than him.  For now, the students will laugh at my attempts at 3D drawings and we will carry on doing our math with our heavy hearts.

In the midst of this incredible loss, I was feeling rather rough.  The day I attended the funeral, I went home and slept.  It was 3pm and I woke up the next morning.  Definitely not normal for a mom of 4!  Feeling so rough, I decided a trip to the doctor was in order.  My mom and dad met me and took the kids and my dad drove me in my car (they quickly realized I was a mess and shouldn’t be driving).  Dad took me to the doc and they wanted an ultrasound and some blood work stat.  So we did those tests (luckily in the same building) and I got a nausea shot and we went home.  I slept from 11am when we got home until the next morning (Saturday).  I had a voicemail from the doc saying some things weren’t right with the blood work and he sent me for more.  So the man took me this time and we did the blood work and went back home.  Again, I slept until the next day.  Apparently, my sister-in-law and mother-in-law visited on Saturday and brought C home from her sleepover and I didn’t even know they were there (I was sleeping on the couch in the middle of it all).  Sunday rolls around and my family heads to mass.  I couldn’t do it.  At this point, I hadn’t eaten since Thursday and I was no longer able to keep anything down (including water).  I called the doc and he sent me to the ER as things were getting worse and not better.  The rest is a blur thanks to the magical potions they put in my IV line.  I was sent from the ER to the ER Observation floor (from what I can tell, it’s a regular hospital floor but they don’t have to tell your insurance you were “admitted”).  I stayed there Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and had many tests and scans and pokes.  They determined on Tuesday that I needed my gallbladder removed and they did that around 4pm.  I was sent home immediately after and NEVER FELT BETTER.  They think it hadn’t been working at all in quite some time and I was feeling rough and didn’t realize how bad I felt.  The only downside (other than the days I lost) was that I couldn’t lift anything over 20 pounds.  M is 35 and P with car seat is definitely over 20.  I didn’t listen exactly, but took it easy.  I asked if I could go to work on Wednesday.  The surgeon said “usually two weeks”.  I can be very persuasive when I need to be and convinced him that Monday I would be ok to work.  I have a high pain tolerance (physical pain only, I have zero tolerance for emotional pain…giant baby).  He reluctantly agreed.  I just wanted to be back with my students and back to routine.  As luck would have it, I missed out on administering the SAT, and the other state tests and didn’t miss much of class time (Friday happened to be Good Friday as well).  I’m thankful for great health care, health insurance, my mom, my mother-in-law, the man, and my friends at work for arranging things for me.

I was anxious to get to know my new students – nervous like the first day of school.  Only, it was actually worse.  They had been together all year and had witnessed his death.  The trauma and grief were real, and they would be looking to me, an outsider.  I played out so many scenarios in my head where mutiny in the classroom was the reality.  None of those happened.  The kids were warm, inviting, amazing souls who were also eager to get to know me.  All my fears subsided quickly.  We are working each day, and I am learning so much from them.  I’m truly thankful for these amazing students.

Getting ready to end a school year and making summer plans for the kids always makes me second guess my choices.  Have I scheduled enough activities for the big kids?  Did I schedule too many so we can’t have plain old fun at the pool and outside?  Will they forget about me when I go to grade papers for a week out of state?  Anyone else have this anxiety?

So, in addition to taking on an extra class I also have been contracted to write questions for a national test.  Sort of like, a little freelance side work.  I figured that could pay for one kid for one week of summer camp and I was spot on with my estimate.  It’s also crunch time for my new advanced class as papers and presentations must be scored (by my partner and I) by tomorrow at midnight.  Also, I have two groups of students preparing to take tests to receive college credit in high school next week.  The pressure is certainly on!  I have been too busy recently with all this, but I know it’s temporary and things will ease up.

So, I was feeling overwhelmed one afternoon and rushing to get home from daycare before C gets off the bus (she would NEVER forgive me for not being there – and I haven’t missed yet, but it’s a huge fear).  I must have said something like “Oh, come on!  Every single light has been red!  I can’t seem to catch a break today!” while driving.  M piped up (like she usually does) and set me straight.  “Mom, three of them were green.  How come you never say ‘Every light has been green’?  You never notice when the light is green.”  Wow, incredible wisdom for a 5 year old.  She was so right.  This was exactly the kick in the pants I needed to get back to my mission of gratitude (and I’m so thankful for her comment).  So, I challenge anyone who has read this far — to take note of when the lights are green, of when things just fall into place, of when the plan works, of when the backup plan works, of when one little thing goes your way.  Take note.  It will change your life.  Because after all….the answer is NEVER to love less (the origin of this tagline deserves it’s own post soon)!