The moms are fucking done

This morning, when I dropped my oldest off at school, I couldn’t remember if I told him I loved him during our hug.

As soon as I realized, the thoughts started to hit.

“What if today is the day?”

“What if he doesn’t make it home?”

“Does he know know I love him?”

“What if “I love you” wasn’t the last thing he heard from me?”

Fortunately, I hadn’t made it far, so I was able to go back and make damn sure that “I love you” was the last thing he heard from me.

This.
isn’t.
fucking.
normal.

I’m not the only mom (hell, parent) who thinks this way by default now. Just about everyone I know has had days like this and things they make sure they do before their kids go to school. Why?

WHY is this the world we continue to let our kids try to survive?

Because some dude thinks his gun can take on the military and it makes him feel safe or powerful?

What about the kids?! The kids you want shielded from fucking books, but shrug your shoulders when it comes to them being mowed down at school? When do they get to feel safe?! So no, Mr. Trump, we will not be “getting over it.”

If anything, you’re going to keep pushing the moms to get louder and more powerful because we’re banding together across the political spectrum.

Trauma. we are traumatizing our kids.

The moms are fucking done.

So either help us or get the hell out of our way.