So many of you know that I work in the Pentagon.
I have been working in the building for 3 years but in and out of the building for 5 years.
If you didn't hear last night around 6:30 there was a shooting.
2 of our Pentagon Police was shot and in turn they shot the suspect.
This scares the living hell out of me.
It was right outside of the Metro entrance. The entrance I take every.single.day.
It could've been anyone. Me, my coworkers, anybody.
Thank god the 2 officers were only grazed and they have been released from the hospital.
The suspect was not so lucky. He was pronounced dead this morning.
This morning I was watching the news and Lael walks in.
"What, there was shooting at the Pentagon. You can't go to work mom!"
I had to explain to her that everything was ok. That nothing was going to happen to me.
But it's not really the truth. Because we don't really know. Anything could happen to any of us at any time.
Then she proceeds to ask me what if people shoot at our house.
I told her that I would protect her.
She says who will protect me.
I told her daddy would.
She says who will protect him.
I told her the dogs would and then I tickled her and tried to change the subject.
I worry but I don't want her little head to be worried too.
But it's reality.