Getting better

Now that I have come to terms with the fact that my husband's 1SG is a total asshole, I'm feeling better. Today was an early release day, so this afternoon, we all got naps, except for my son because he was at school.

I'm nicer to hubby now that I know he loves me and it's not me that he's avoiding... it's just that he cannot get away from work.

I'm sure tomorrow will be another fishing day. I would hope not, but I can't keep him away from the outdoors. I don't want to keep him from the outdoors. That is who he is, and I love him, so I have to not keep him down.

I'm tired of the kids. No new thing. One didn't get a good nap. The other is teething, and the third, well... if I wasn't so scared of bugs, I'd just let him eat food in his bed, and let him sleep in it. We have told him and told him, and told him more... stop bringing food into his bed. But he still does it. And it leaves crumbs. Ugh. I love him dearly, but ADHD is hard. I sometimes think I wasn't the right choice of a mother for him, that God made a mistake, and he was supposed to go to someone else. But then, that's not fair, either. Other parents have children with ADHD and they do just fine.