Introduction

I usually write to escape my life for a few moments, not to recount the horrors of my day. I am hoping that writing about my children's escapades will be therapeutic for me, because with this economy, who can afford Ritalin?

I don't usually condone the overuse of medication, but despiration can weaken one's defenses from time to time. What parent out there hasn't been tempted to sneak a little Benadryl into their child's juice at 10:00 at night? If there was a magic pill out there that could transfer a child's energy to their parent's I would sell my first born child to acquire some. Okay, maybe not my first born, but my others may be negotiable.