I'm about to sign the form that requests my unpaid leave of absence from teaching for yet another year.
The first unofficial sheet was easy to sign, but this one has been sitting on my table for a few days, staring at me. Taunting me. Daring me to sign it.
And I'll wait. I'm not ready yet.
I still love them and want to go back.
My doctors will say "no."
It's not official yet. It can't be. I'm not ready. Olaina has never been "after school."