The Bloody Doors Off

There are moments that truly surprise.

We (Marlo and I) have been struggling all week with the decision of whether to send the boy^TM to school on Monday. With Omicron rampant, and feeling that the provincial government hasn’t done enough to address the safety for our kids, we leaned towards remote learning.

We brought the boy^TM into the living room to discuss. We told him we were in favour of remote learning; he’s only going to be in this semester another nine days, and the grades (which can only be improved upon, says the Board) are locked.

He wants to go. At least for tomorrow. And reassess at the end of the day.

How fucking proud am I of this kid? He’s nervous, as anyone would rightly be, but he cares about school and wants to do good.

I guess that means I’m waking up at 6:30 am tomorrow to get things ready for the day, including making his lunch.

And I’m fine with that.