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Relaxation, chilling out, sight seeing… Oh my!

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People keep asking how our fun-filled family vacation was. After all, we planned for months and told everyone we knew how excited we were.

My fantasy:

I’m not gonna lie. RV traveling is hard with little kids (perhaps an understatement). Sounds like a bunch of fun, right? The whole family hops into the fancy RV and little tow car, ready for lots of fun and time away from the daily grind, no school, no errands… relaxation, chilling out, sight seeing… Oh my! After all, Nathan is controlled by Ritalin now (see post here), Scotty loves to play and be outdoors, the RV is running well, we have a cool little all wheel drive car to tow now, we’re both retired, we have family to visit and energy to expend. My plan (let’s just call it a fantasy) for the trip was: we all get up early and get to our destination and play and have fun, then have picnic lunches,  play some more, take a walk or do a fun nature craft, barbecue some dinner and have s’mores before the kids put pajamas on and hop into bed, feeling loved, tired and maybe a little sunburned.  Then Daddy and I have a quiet cocktail under the stars in our camp chairs outside before we head off to bed. Let’s not forget, we will stay on track with our CrossFit and good eating habits, continue to track our food intake, and use our newly learned parenting skills.  Continue Reading

My Son Takes Ritalin

About, Raising Sons

As a pharmacy technician (for twenty years), I have judged parents for “dosing their kids up” on hardcore ADD/ADHD drugs like Ritalin, Dexedrine, Adderall, you name it. I just never understood how a parent could do that. I wondered why they didn’t try other things, like changing diet, therapy, tough-love, quit their jobs and stay home and raise the child, give him/her more attention. Once again, I have been shown that it is wrong for me to judge…

Once again, something I judged others for has come full circle and impacted my own life.

My oldest son, Nathan, has been challenging from the beginning. The poor little guy had reflux and lactose intolerance as a baby. He was always miserable, unable to sleep or sit still, unable to play with a toy for more than 5 seconds. He could only focus on TV for any length of time, so Baby Einstein and Sesame Street became my go-to relief when I needed a shower or time to clean. (That’s another story, right?…”Terrible parents who let their kids watch too much TV!”) Anyway, I felt so guilty taking him to daycare Three days a week so I could work part time, but also so I could have some sanity. He was not a fun child to be around. I could not please him. He hated me. Fast forward a few years to: an exhausted mommy, with a child nobody else could/would handle. I divorced his dad when Nathan was three. This helped a little. It meant I got to have some time off and I could pursue some happiness. But I soon realized that Nathan was getting even more difficult, because now we were dealing with transition time between dad and me, different house rules (mine having many, dad’s having few).

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