It's been a stressful week and it's only Wednesday! Nate has been throwing tantrums during drop off and pick up times for Noah. So much for being quiet in the hallways in respect for the other students and teachers as we've been asked to do. By the time we get back to the van, I'm at my limit and about ready to cry. "Hi! Yep, I'm a PSA (our PTA) co-president here. Who, this kid? I don't know who's he is... what? I really can't hear you over the crying and screaming. Excuse me, I've just been poked in the eye and need to go crawl in a hole. See you tomorrow."
