being kicked in the face by a rabid kid or how to raise a child with ADHD

our oldest daughter was diagnosed with adhd. i knew about the time she turned 3 she would be a different duck. she's the most beautiful 7 year old on the planet now and i know we'll be beating the boys off with a stick in seven or eight years. after two different meds and trying different doses, we've finally found one that works. (she has an awesome pediatrician!) i love this child to death but sometimes i want to run away. when she is bouncing off the walls and lies and steals i want to scream what is wrong with you?!! i have to force myself to calm down. she doesn't WANT to be bad. her mind isn't saying hey! you! stop! think before you act! there is no filter. she wants to be good. the medication helps immensely. so to anyone who says why put your kids on that? sometimes it's the only thing that works. if she didn't have her meds she wouldn't pass even one class. and now we add severe separation anxiety to the mix. let me tell you my husband and i haven't slept alone in our bedroom for over a year. (that makes for fun - or not so fun sex). it's hard on a marriage to have no alone time. it's hard to listen to the crying and sobbing and you don't love me's. i love that child with all my heart and will fight to the death for anything that will make her adhd better.

beating a stuffed bunny with a stick or how to de-friend someone

so i have this friend i've known for... let's see... 15 years. bff's right away. then she gets preggo (young age but i'm not going there.)   does she call me when she goes into labor? nope. hit #1. she has a friend she's known since middle school who completely stopped talking to her. she gives her newly born daughter her middle name (like they have the same middle name - Kaye). as if i wasn't ALWAYS there for this chick or something. so that's hit #2. anyway, obviously i don't say anything and years go by where she is like beyond financially unstable. my husband and i help her out several times. no questions asked, even though some of her decisions were just ... wrong. so now it's 2011, she's divorced and remarried with tons of cold hard cash floating around her head. i have to say i was a bit jealous. of course i would never voice that out loud. this is the thing, after everything i've done for her, and i'm not talking just materialistically (is that even a word?) but i mean ALWAYS being on the other end of the phone when her first husband hit her, among other things, this is what i get: i get excluded. i get a visit once in a while, where she mostly talks to her daughter and things are feeling kind of strained between us. i get a few phone calls. and then boom. i get inundated with all the fun things she is doing with her OTHER friends. sooo that's all fine and dandy i guess. finally i just blew up at her, really lost it and told her to fuck off. (i know, nice right?) she says, oh never. you can say that but i won't let you not be my friend. ummmm ok...  because i think i have control over that honey. anyway, i kept thinking maybe she's right? to throw away 15 years of friendship?! was i crazy? but then husband and i got in a bind, to say we are NOT well off at the moment is understating it. but that's ok. he's just switched companies and we are going to be ok, it may take a while to get caught up but we will (how's THAT for being positive!). so i told her hey, "friend", husband and i are kinda in a bind can you help us out? do you know the reply i got? i got she still loves me. awwww! fuck that! i'm wayyyyyyyy to proud to go begging for shit (as in i never ask anyone for anything). but this time i HAD to for my family. so i did. and she loves me. i won't go into the bind we are in but suffice it to say that if she said the same to me i would not hesitate to help. so, you guys see what i'm saying? or am i a real bitch?

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so let me start off by saying this is anonymous because i'm probably going to be talking shit about my friends and family. next, i'm not using capitalization. if that bothers you, well, i'm sorry. i just don't feel like hitting the shift button.

i have 3 little girls ages 7, 4 and 2. they drive me INSANE (ok i used shift for that word, but whatevs)... i have a great, hot husband who works his ass off but also drives me freakin insane

... and we're off!