Bloody 'ell

Well, this morning was not a great morning. Oh, it started out great. I had ordered new boots and they came in yesterday. They are awesome boots, let me tell you. Just look at the picture!! Sweet!!!

So I get to work (didn't have to walk - one of my friends gave me a ride) and the day starts.

I was making copies when I hear crying in the hallway. One of the teachers was holding tissue to a kid's face. "Bloody nose." I think to myself.

Then I hear my principal talking about taking the boy to the clinic. "Must be more serious than I thought." I start to get my things and walk back to my room. After all, the boy was surrounded by adults who seemed to have the situation under control.

Then they bring another bloody nose victim.

And this boy is one of my students. One of my kids.

HOLD THE PHONE

I walk into the office.....and I identify the boys. Both of them are my boys.

The principal clears out the office. I'm about to walk out when I asked the more injured boy if he wanted me to stay with him. He's not the needy type and I expected him to say no.

He nodded his head yes.

Okay, I think this is worse than I thought.

Without going into all the details. It was worse than I thought. Okay, it was horrible. My two boys ran into each other. One open mouth hit the other boy's eye. It was cut really bad and the boy was covered in blood. They sent both boys to Bethel. I haven't heard yet what happened or how bad the injuries are.

I spent the next half hour mopping up blood (they gave me gloves), and trying to soothe my boys. I had no clue what I was doing but a couple of people came up to me later and said how impressed they were with my handling the situation. I didn't really handle anything, I just tried to keep them calm, but I appreciate the compliments nonetheless.

The whole ordeal really bothered me. But I almost lost it when I looked up and through the office window I saw the boy with the eye injury's sister. She had this look that was a mixture of fear, and concern for her brother. His sister is also in my class.

After they got the boys off to the clinic, I calmed down the siblings and other girls who were upset. Rumors had been flying that the boy's eye popped.

Today was a hard day...I hate seeing my kids hurt, upset, and scared. And I got all that in one half hour.

Yes, I got the kids calmed down.....but I found that I needed to calm down.

I needed a hug....I needed my friends....I needed my family.....okay...what I really needed was a drink!