I know. Long time no see, and then I write such a crappy post. In my defense, I was really upset. Chişinău is on the list of cities we might (or might not) move to in the near future, and Doug sounded so down and upset on the phone, it was like someone hit me. I took an instant dislike to a city I've never been to, and now I never want to, and I'm not claiming that this is rational in any way. I really hate being taken advantage of, or being cheated or betrayed. I respond very poorly to that.
[Brief tangent: When we arrived in Bucharest in May 2003, we fell into the hands of luggage-handler con-artists. I was seven months pregnant at the time and hadn't slept all night on the stupid overnight train from Belgrade. Doug still shivers with delighted horror when he recalls how I sprang into the faces of these guys. I can be very harpy-like.]
In the meantime, Doug is indeed in Chişinău for a conference while I'm here in Yerevan with the boys. It's 7:15 am and I rightfully should end here and wake up Alan who leaves for school at 8, and who is not a morning person at all. He needs his time, and cuddles, and more time to transit from a whiny, limp bag of misery to the cheerful and energetic boy he is for the rest of the day. It's not pretty.
Which brings me to the topic of this post: I'm struggling with a decision I made about him and his ADHD. He is in kindergarten now. He's in school from 8:30 to 3:30, and he has Russian language class three times a week. And homework.