God Bless America

School has been a little rougher for us this week. Yesterday Jack cried and did not want to go at all. I had to stand in the hall outside his classroom door while he would look out every minute or so to check that I was still there. Finally he became preoccupied by the class activities enough that I could leave and his day could continue. Last night as I was laying in bed with him and he was going to sleep he cried and said he did not want to go to school. As much as I hated to force him to go, I knew that was the right thing to do and told him that he had to go to school.



This morning I was sick. So sick that I puked on the kitchen floor. When Jack woke up he seemed pretty eager to go to school. When he mentioned the possibility of staying home, I was tempted. I felt like crap and really just wanted to stay in bed, but I knew that Jack really needed to go to school. So, we get out of bed and stand in front of the bathtub running his bath when I feel something warm on my leg. It's Jack peeing on me. Now I really just want to crawl back into bed. Then I remembered that today is 9-11 and that moving on through the face of tragedy-be it puke on the floor or pee on your leg-is what makes America great. If we stayed home, the terrorist would have won. I cleaned up the puke, washed the pee off of my leg and took my boy to school (he did not cry) and remembered why I was proud to be an American.

GOD BLESS AMERICA

Puke on the floor

pee on the leg and all