Last week we all flew out to my parents for a holiday. We flew home with one less. In the past few days he’s been fishing, roasted marshmallows on a bonfire, been go-karting, seen buffalo, a beaver and countless other creatures and activities that he doesn’t get to do at home in the city.

There is a very fine line between a *normal* child and once with ADHD. All the difficulties we have raising a child with ADHD are the same, it’s just that we face it to the extreme. It’s hard to pinpoint where the line is.

I recently posted about the loss of our friend’s daughter. We’ve been a little out of sorts since then. We’ve been feeling horrible for what they have been through. They live at the other end of this country and we weren’t able to be there for them.

When in a group of women the subject of pregnancy almost always comes up. This is true even among those who are not Mothers.

The Hubby overheard such a conversation with a pregnant friend. He heard me talk about how much I miss being pregnant. I miss the hiccups, I miss the kicks and I miss the growing belly. It makes me sad that I will never have any of that again.

A few months back a neighbour whom I *thought* was a friend (heck she even almost delivered Thing 2) passed judgement on the Hubby and I to everyone in our neighbourhood who would listen. I have to point out that B does not have any children herself. She let everyone know that we are “shit parents” and that we cannot control Thing 1. I thought she was a friend so it hurt. I was informed of this while away, a mere hour before putting my Grandfather in the ground. The person who told me the comment at that time isn’t much better in my books but I digress.