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just because your husband dies, you don’t necessarily get the job. a few days ago, i was scrolling through facebook and saw someone complaining that her child had just radically changed his christmas list.  “he wants a dozen laser tag guns now!  and i just finished all of the wrapping!” the person whined. i get it.  these small i’ve mentioned it in other posts, but just in case you haven’t been following along closely: i applied for a new job at my school last month.   i found out last friday that i didn’t get it. to her credit, the principal told me herself.  she didn’t beat around the two years ago, shawn and i threw a party that was particularly crazy. we didn’t really mean for the party to get so wild.  we just wanted to have a few friends over to celebrate the year and toast our successes, failures, and ability to have merely survived.  as i my front yard looks like something out of one of those bad christmas movies.  i’m serious.  there are lights randomly strewn about, two fake deer, a dozen solar-powered candy canes and two mas*ive inflatable figures – a snowman and a santa.  i bought none of this i can’t actually remember why we decided to throw our first christmas party, but i do remember this: shawn was adamant that he was going to dress up like santa for it.  he spent hours scouring the internet for the perfect outfit and he even bought new shoes and tiny for many years, when we did lockdown drills at school, i always texted shawn to tell him about it. last week, i sat through my first drill hi i’m marjorie brimley, mother of three and high-school teacher in washington, d.c., and this is the blog i never thought i’d have to