I wasn't around much yesterday, or I should say I wasn't inside, so I didn't watch any TV. I think on some level, I just knew I couldn't handle to nonstop tributes and remembrances. My emotions have been on edge already this weekend, and I knew it wouldn't be good for me.
But, I did turn the TV on when I went to bed, which was early enough to watch the ABC 9/11 program (sorry, I don't remember what it was titled) The show was hard enough to watch, because the first half was all about the Kids of 9/11, but then at some point, this commercial aired, and that was it. The dam broke, and I couldn't stop crying.
Speaking of crying, I'll be driving my daddy to the airport in a couple of hours for his yearly trip to Italy. I'm already missing him. :( I hope these next two weeks go by quickly. For the first time EVER, my parents will be flying home together. Don't be too surprised if you read about an international incident aboard an Alitalia flight in a couple of weeks. I already suggested he upgrade one of their tickets to first class so they don't have to sit together. It's not gonna be good...
This started out as a place to document the craziness that was my job as a Chicago Public School teacher. However, over the past 5 or so years, it's become more about the craziness that is my life.