So, my dear sweet husband called me the boy. As in, the boy who cried wolf.
I went into the owner of my school’s office, closed the door, and laid it on the line…I am ready to be done with my school. Then came the tears. Then the coughing (this is day 6 of being sick!). Then some more tears. And then some problem solving.
This was the second time I had gone into that office to hand in my two-weeks notice. Apparently God just likes to keep me guessing.