About anything and nothing, life in general
I often wonder if I’m doing an o.k. job of raising my two kids. I know what I do is probably not always the right thing, or the best way, but I’m doing the best I can with what I’ve got. Then I go visit my friends with kids the same age as mine, and I see the way they behave, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I see that their 9 year old is also a bit moody and acting like a 16 year old would (without the hormonal “boy” trouble), and her 5 year old is also going through a “phase”. I see my other friends and they tell me their’s did the same thing, and that is more or less no different between the boys and the girls. Then I know they are all going through what I am, and it is part of being a parent, and raising kids. I’m on the right path.
So why is it that when I still had parents, they could not stop telling me that I’m raising my kids all wrong, they have no respect, they have no boundaries they run around and (attempt) to break everything, and they never sit still and they can never just “be good”?
This I might add, happened when my daughter was just 6 years old and her little brother a year and 8 months.
I mean, what do you expect from a little boy of… Continue reading
This site came to be at the recommendation of my Shrink.
This is my small attempt to document, purge and clease my soul. I have felt the need to write since I was a little girl, and as teenage I remember I had a diary made up of hard cover office books 4 all together. I removed the inner book covers and stuck them all into a single unit. This book contained all my teenage trials tribulations and feelings.
Then I started dating my first husband an obsessive compulsively controlling and “tidy” person. He read my diary and I started finding myself writing entrys to please him. Crap.
In a wild attempt to make sense of it all (I have ADD) I try and keep a timeline of my life, but once I start writing a post, the next thing I know I have digressed about 7 times from the topic I started on, and in the end it breaks up into almost 4 totally different coherent articles. It’s just how my mind spews the information, because to me, it’s all in the details.
So here goes (a very simple basic timeline) of the 3 categories of my blog.
When I was small ……….
1972 – The year I was born
1974 – Mother divorces my Dad
1976 – Mother starts dating my Godfather
1978 – Grade 1
1981 – First sister is born
1984 – First step dad is… Continue reading
Growing up was a struggle for me.
I always seemed to be on another wavelength from everyone else. I was a silent, shy and introverted little girl, that did not really fit in anywhere, so I always hovered around on the edges.
Great was my surprise when, in grade 6 I was one of the candidates to go to leadership camp for final selection to become a Prefect (or leader). We had to solve obstacle courses (almost like the reality show “survivor”) working in teams, and individually.
Well, if you know anything about ADD you would know that one of the biggest telltale signs is called weak impulse control (or as I like to put it no filters). Other people perceive things like risks, danger and morals as things that will make them stand back and take a second to think about what they are about to do, but an ADD or (ADHD) person sort of just jump in, they don’t really have those filters (they do have them, but don’t give it a second thought). Of course there are lots of sub – conditions that people with ADD can develop such as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (this has nothing to do with being neat) – it is counting things, having to be in control of things, and having to do things a certain way.
This is both a good and bad thing while still at school. I came up… Continue reading