9/11

It's been 8 years since that tragic day. I still remember it like it was yesterday. I hear about people recalling where they were when they heard the news...I was in my car going to my 6am boot camp workout in San Jose, CA. At that time they didn't know it was a commercial airplane and that it was a terrorist attack. An hour later I was back in the car hearing with horror that another plane had crashed into the towers. I stayed home from work, glued to the television coverage and realizing that someone had declared war on us. It was so surreal. I was angry, I was heartbroken, I was fiercely patriotic. I think for once all Americans felt the same way and for a brief moment in time we were truly the United States of America. I will never forget. And I will always be proud of the men and women who answered the call to defend our country, regardless of political agendas. My husband was one of them and I love him for that.

On to current dilemmas. C has been back in school for 2 weeks now. I was so looking forward to whittling down to one child for half the day...I could run errands and get things done that are normally much more complicated with 2 children in tow. Well, that part is good. The part that is not so good is the fact that we have either A) a class clown or B) a child with ADHD on our hands. Not sure which and we are working to get him evaluated by professionals. Honestly, every day that I go to pick up C, I pray that he behaved and that I get the "good boy" report. It happens about half of the time. There is no rhyme or reason to his bad vs. good days. One day he is Beaver Cleaver, the next day he is Eddie Haskell. I never know which personality will emerge and it is aggravating! We bribe, we threaten, we cry...I just don't know what registers with the kid. The thing is, he never had any accountability for the the first 4 years of his life. Being an orphan, his basic needs were met but that was it. There were no expectations, no responsibilities. I doubt he even heard the word "no" very much. Urg.
On the other hand, E has heard the word "no" and is saying it quite often. Double urg. Perhaps I should go back to work...ha.