[blog like it's the end of the world]
The kids all passed out, exhausted. I can't bear to wake them ... God knows they're even less equipped to handle this than I am.
Its interesting, this family dynamic we have here. I'm, for all intents and purposes, mom. I've bandaged the wounds and kissed the tearstained cheeks. But I also pushed them off the roof, so a few of them don't quite trust me anymore.
Well, we had to get down somehow, right. And to my credit, they dropped into a pile of tanbark that the landscapers had put out back. So, splinters and bumps aside, they're okay. The school still hasn't burned down completely... I don't think the whole structure is lost. I can probably go back to the Buildings and Grounds shed, and try to replace the chainsaw I left in the computer lab.
I'm trying not to let my paranoia get the best of me, but I'm jumping out of my skin everytime I hear a noise. I have two little girls asleep, laying on my legs. I have to keep it together, for them. All of them. All 19 of them.
I would starting whining about how this isn't fair. How can I be responsible for 20 lives. But I'm out of choices, and I'm almost out of ideas. I'm also out of weapons.
I think I'll wake the older girls, and ask them to mind the children while I scout for another first aid kit and something to stab things with.
Ah, a couple of boys are starting to stir. I'll take them with me.
Its interesting, this family dynamic we have here. I'm, for all intents and purposes, mom. I've bandaged the wounds and kissed the tearstained cheeks. But I also pushed them off the roof, so a few of them don't quite trust me anymore.
Well, we had to get down somehow, right. And to my credit, they dropped into a pile of tanbark that the landscapers had put out back. So, splinters and bumps aside, they're okay. The school still hasn't burned down completely... I don't think the whole structure is lost. I can probably go back to the Buildings and Grounds shed, and try to replace the chainsaw I left in the computer lab.
I'm trying not to let my paranoia get the best of me, but I'm jumping out of my skin everytime I hear a noise. I have two little girls asleep, laying on my legs. I have to keep it together, for them. All of them. All 19 of them.
I would starting whining about how this isn't fair. How can I be responsible for 20 lives. But I'm out of choices, and I'm almost out of ideas. I'm also out of weapons.
I think I'll wake the older girls, and ask them to mind the children while I scout for another first aid kit and something to stab things with.
Ah, a couple of boys are starting to stir. I'll take them with me.