I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
They told me to wait. To wait until... Until I saw a heartbeat on the ultrasound screen. Until I reached the second trimester. Until I knew baby was healthy.
"To those who are expecting, you’re allowed to be angry, and feel like this is completely unfair. You are not being selfish when you admit how sad you are. This is not a time to 'suck it up'."
There isn’t much peace and quiet throughout the day, and when one is trying to focus on some level of the house or in a certain room, you can hear another Zoom call or a herd of cattle coming through in another. So no, she’s not getting to concentrate nor having things able to completely sink in.
Night owls— you are my people. We can not be changed. We are just as productive. We are just as valuable. And I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s totally acceptable to cook tacos or rearrange furniture at midnight.
