I don’t know what it is about getting up at 4:26 AM but I sure do like it.
I had time to read my bible.
I had time to blog it: Stretching My Faith
I had time to check Facebook.
I had time to talk to my brother when he called to catch up.
I had time to help Kinsley get dressed.
I had time to pick out an outfit for Fiona & tell her to get dressed.
I had time to cook eggs & toast.
But before that I had time to drink my coffee in PEACE and take my meds & digest that hour that it takes before I can eat!
I actually got to eat breakfast with my kids.
I had time to get two loads of laundry going: one for the washer & one for the dryer.
I had a lot completed before 8:40 when it was time to take Fiona to school.
After dropping Fiona off Kinsley & I went straight to the gym!
I got my 4 miles in.
I was careful not to jog.
I didn’t jog on Monday either.
The Physical Therapist told me not to.
So I didn’t.
When we got home from the gym we had lunch & then we started working on Kinsley’s Cubbies verse for AWANA.
I knew that if I was going to make it to AWANA Kinsley & I should probably take a nap before we have to go and pick Fiona up from school.
We lay down.
Kinsley is out FAST.
I just lay there wondering if I’m going to be able to nap at all.
I don’t feel too totally tired even though I have been up since 4:26 AM.
I think to myself: I will close my eyes and rest.
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
The mobile phone is BUZZING and I can hear it.
I forgot to turn it off.
I have about 5 or 6 text messages:
What is going on in Omaha?
There’s a shooting going on.
Is everything okay?
Where are you at?
What are you doing?
Are you watching the news?
I look at Kinsley.
She is still snoring.
I turn on the news.
Two Principals have been shot at Millard South High School.
A teenager has a gun.
The kids are scrambling.
The parents are frantic.
The Principal & Vice Principal are in critical condition.
I’m thinking to myself:
Is this why I can’t sleep?
Is this where the energy is coming from?
But if you think about it...it’s almost as if I wasn’t supposed to sleep today.
I don’t even want to get into the nitty gritty of what has happened in our town.
I know you guys can Google it and figure it out.
Most of you already know what’s gone on.
Omaha is a city with a small town feel to it.
Well...you know..not exactly the small town you might find way out yonder but for the most part it doesn’t have a city-feel to it.
We are all inter-connected.
So this incident is hard.
I feel HORRIBLE for the students.
I feel HORRIBLE for the Principal and Vice Principal.
I feel HORRIBLE for the parents of the students.
What a relief no student was hurt!
I feel HORRIBLE for the shooter's family & loved ones.
It wound up being quite a difficult day.
My husband went to Millard South.
Most of our mutual friends on his side went to Millard South.
EVERYONE knew the Vice Principal.
Even my Mother-In-Law had nothing but great things to say about her.
Again...Omaha is a city but it’s a small town feel.
Fiona is home by now and she practically falls asleep in the recliner.
Everyone can sleep EXCEPT ME!
Fiona doesn’t normally nap in the afternoon like this so I blame myself for keeping her out late to dinner at the Olive Garden the night before.
At this point I realize there is NO WAY we can make it to AWANA.
The poor kid isn’t going to make it.
We have dinner.
The kids go to bed.
I’m in bed.
I can’t sleep.
So the 9 o’clock news comes on.
I NEVER watch the 9 o’clock news.
My mind was racing all afternoon.
I could NOT stop thinking about what happened.
Then they interrupt their schedule to let us know that the Vice Principal didn’t make it.
She had died in the hospital.
I still can’t sleep.
I think I was up until 11 o’clock and then I finally turned everything off, closed my eyes and fell ASLEEP.
THAT WAS YESTERDAY
TODAY WAS DIFFERENT
I did NOT wake up at 4:26 AM.
My alarm went off at 7:00 AM and I kept hitting the snooze button.
4 o’clock in the morning did not happen for me today.
I can’t stop thinking about everything that has happened in Omaha.
I was watching the news tonight while on the treadmill at the gym.
I guess the kids gathered and sang happy birthday to the Vice Principal.
It was chilling for me.
All I could think of (GOOSEBUMPS) is her celebrating her birthday with JESUS.
BITTER because she is no longer with us and SWEET because she’s with HIM now.