Tomorrow my district is resuming in-person schooling, in a hybrid model. I can't say I feel great about the procedures and protocols my district has implemented, but I've been so depressed teaching on Zoom that I can't help but be happy about it anyways. Lets just say if I were to dare say that in my union's Facebook group, I wouldn't be very popular.
I almost didn't get to join the kids tomorrow. Friday morning, my 5-year old woke up vomiting (clear/phlegm). She was fine after a bath and some breakfast, and never had a fever. We called her out of school, but she insisted on doing her homework.
Unfortunately for her, I still had to drag her to the doctor for either an alternate diagnosis or a negative covid test, so Daddy could go to work on Monday.
The doc was unable to give an alternate diagnosis, and though we both knew damn well she was fine, we had to give her a covid test. The kiddo, as usual, was a total trooper. No complaining, no crying, and happy to get a sucker (she also asked for a second sucker, so her big sister could have one).
I've been treading water all weekend while awaiting results, because I didn't know if I would be able to be in the building or not. The test came back negative tonight. I let the powers that be know, and started making plans to not be in the building, because I figured it was too late.
At almost 9:00 local time, I got clearance to go into the building tomorrow. I am very glad I don't have to endure the torture of teaching my kids on zoom, while 40% of them are in my shop without me.
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