It's like you know the train is coming but when it arrives it knocks you for six.
I know they are both scared, I know its the unknown, I know its fear you can see it in their eyes.
New class, new teachers.... but not a new school.
We have one stealing, lieing, sneaking around the house, raging, and fighting with anyone who will fight with him.
The other is fighting with with the one who wants to fight just cause she can, peeing her pants and sitting all over the furniture, hiding wet pants, destroying every thing in her path, and refusing to answer the simplest of questions, and raging cause she ses her brothing doing it and thinks its away to remove the attention from him so she gets it.
Then you have me who is TRYING to keep calm ...... not raise my voice ..... and still dish out lots of love.
I keep praying it will end when they get on the bus tomorrow.
I pray it will end and not beginning again when they get home.
Only joking, lets face it there has to be some humor in all this.