Thanks all.
It really hit me yesterday when I had to do 2 restraints on 2 different kids within 10 minutes of each other, then had 2 kids run at the same time (in opposite directions) after having chased down a 3rd earlier that morning, that my life is tough. Every so often it hits me that I'm not going to get a "normal life" that I will always be the mother of special needs children, that there will always be losses associated with that. That most people I meet will never "get" my life. That I wish very very much that I didn't "get" my life either. But que sera, sera.
Small victories - Kanga had a good first day at her new school. My mom stayed at my house and watched Tigger all day. Eeyore cried alot but we got his homework done in less than 30 minutes!!!
