that the Concerta is working. Yesterday morning, in the mad rush to get out the door on time, I forgot to give difficult child her pill. If I ever doubted that it wasn't working, I got my answer yesterday when I picked the kids up after school. She literally could not sit still on the bus. She was flopping all over the place, driving me crazy (not to the point of distraction, just getting on my nerves). When I commented on my regretting forgetting to give her her pill, she said "yeah. I don't know why I can't sit still." Am I naive to hope that this is it?? The answer to prayer and that everything will go so much easier now? I actually just snorted out loud. I don't like to consider myself to be a pessimist; rather, I call myself a realist. I'm trying so hard to just enjoy "the calmer her" without waiting for it to all come apart at the seams. But how do you change your habits after 6 years of walking on eggshells?