Our head of school resigned.
I don't know why.
I haven't asked. Although I did send him a note to let him know I hoped he was ok.
He wrote back.
I think he's fine. Or will be.
Makes me glad of forgiveness. Makes me wonder about timing and God's hand in my life.
But that wraps it all up for us.
Fiona is already at another school.
I'm touring the second of two preschools I'm auditioning for Billy for next fall.
Daisy is on the wait list for the gifted program. She is the only one still up in the air, but not for long. I will have a job and an income such that she can attend some sort of school that will push and pull her and keep her busy. Or she'll get into the gifted program and all will be well there.
And we will leave. Shake the dust from our sandals.
Going to leave this brokedown palace,
On my hand and knees, I will roll, roll, roll.
Make myself a bed in the waterside,
In my time, I will roll, roll roll.