punches in the face

I seriously feel like I've been punched in the face 72 times in the past six days.

13 people were murdered in my hometown. less than a mile from my house. the place is en route to my job, I pass it everyday. thirteen people massacred. i am still having trouble wrapping my brain around it...

...we are in lock down. take the cots out of the closet in case we need shelter. they thought the gunman was on the loose. i was unsure how i was going to throw myself over 14 children to save them...

i couldn't go home to an empty house, i went to my inlaws. thank god they are retired. they hugged me and let me stay even though they were like an hour late for dinner.

thirteen people no longer exist and their only escape route out was blocked by a car.

so i haven't slept very well. i know my hometown is still safe but thirteen people from my community are dead and, although i didn't know them personally, i am still mourning them...

and we had the children's fair on Saturday which was as much fun as something can be the day following the above events.

Sunday my gma calls to tell me gpa is in the hospital with pneumonia. Pneumonia? I think... He's 79. People who get pneumonia at 79 don't recover...

and monday i had another meeting that had some not so nice moments...

tuesday we had our center inspected by licensing and everyone was stressed to the hilt. Like they were going to take away our license.

and wednesday was the worst day I have had at work since I began. I was actually crying in the bathroom on my lunch break.

but i had an unexpected visitor earlier in the week...and the yankees won their first game today. tomorrow is easter egg coloring day with the grandparents (gpa is out of the hospital) and cocktail day and then I have a week off.

THANK YOU, HP! Cuz truth be told I haven't done much for my thesis since I've been nursing these wounds...