Falling Apart

So, I turn 42 and things seem to be going downhill already. I'm sure I have sciatica. I woke up this morning feeling fine, then almost passed out from a massive cramp - let's just say PMS and leave it at that. Must. Get. Hysterectomy. LOL.

Anyway, that's why my post here is a little late. I finally got in the shower and feel a lot better.

On Friday, we had some excitement here in the little burg we call home. The Evil Twin drops Buddy off at school and I pick him up. Friday was supposed to be an in-service day (or whatever - where the kids have the day off), but in order to make up a snow day, they had school.

I went to pick up Buddy and noticed that the parking lot and the parents in the pick up line seemed lighter than normal. I thought, "Well, maybe some parents didn't know it was a school day after all." And kinda shrugged it off.

Then Buddy comes out and asked me why I hadn't picked him up earlier....Why would I? Well, there had been a bomb threat in the morning. The county has a call system where they can alert parents to situations. Only I didn't get a call. Not on my cell phone, not on my home phone (they have both numbers) and I also did not get an email.

Apparently, half the school had been signed out early. They had kept the children huddled in the gym while the police and bomb sniffing dogs went through the school. There was no evidence of an actual bomb, but I asked why they remained inside the school? Buddy said because if they went out (in the past), there was too much horseplay and kids had broken bones, etc.

Well, I'd rather my kid or one other break an arm than be bombed to death.

I told him I had not received any notification and if I had, I would have picked him up. I asked him why he didn't call me on his cell - he said he didn't have time, but his best friend at school DID have time to use Buddy's cell to call HIS parents! That's my Buddy. Doesn't always think things through...

Then I asked if the note was passed around to all the teachers to try to identify handwriting? Buddy said there was no note, it had been written in marker on the wall of the boys' locker room and the female teachers couldn't go in there. I said that I was most certain that ALL teachers would be allowed in for something like this and if not, why not take a daggone picture of it and send it around. Helloooo? It's not like digital cameras or cell phone cameras are hard to find these days.

Now, I don't know all the details, so maybe they did make an effort to identify the handwriting. Buddy is not always the most accurate reporter.

I still don't know why I was never notified...but things turned out to be fine, so I am grateful for that. I suppose I should add a local TV channel to my tabs, so I can check it several times a day, since all we watch around here is Spongebob. (Well, almost all - there are a few other preschool shows thrown in there).

So, that was the start to our exciting weekend! Whew!