For months, my inbox was flooded with emails from my son’s school. Four a day, minimum. Missing assignments and behavior. Updates It got to the point where I considered setting up a separate email account just for the chaos.
And then… nothing.
Two full days of radio silence. No notifications. No “urgent” subject lines. No passive-aggressive reminders from the school office.
At first, I felt relief. Finally! Maybe he’s turning things around!
But then my mom-brain kicked in. Wait… what if he’s skipping school? (Again) because I know damn well the school’s not letting things slide.
I should call the office , I should checked in. But I not gonna—because deep down, I’m terrified that the second I do, I’d break whatever miracle is happening.
So instead, I sit in this weird in-between space of cautious optimism and mild panic, realizing (yet again) that parenting is basically just one long game of WTH
Parenting builds character, but let’s be real—it mostly builds anxiety and possibly PTSD, because nothing messes with your nervous system quite like unexpected silence from a child who always generates chaos.
So here I am, waiting for the other shoe to drop, or find out that my email decided to be seriously delayed .
But for now, I’ll take the win.
Raw.Real.Recovered. 