Here it is, the first day after spring break. My husband is on the Capital Beltway and calls me at home. “Have you heard the news?” Apparently, while driving to work he heard a radio news report that says there have been some small handmade bombs found on the grounds of some ELEMENTARY schools in our community. The news report did not name the schools.
So, I call our son’s school and would you fuckin’ believe that his school is one of three that have found these bombs on their premises? [Paraphrase:] “…police officers are here right now doing a massive sweep of the grounds and they will remain here throughout the entire day. So, we have every reason to believe that we are safe here.” Ummm, thanks for the vote of confidence lady…but my kid is going to work with me today (I work at a children’s learning/daycare center).
I went up to the school and got his work for the day so he won’t fall behind. My son thinks we’re just taking an extra study day…
If it’s not one thing it’s another in the frickin’ DC metro area. 9/11 terrorist-type fears, terror alert concerns, a friggin’ sniper, and now this shit! I have always LOVED living in this area…but its becoming a little too much for my nerves.