If you've read this blog for a while ... and by "awhile" I mean ... years... then you MIGHT know that two of our four children have been diagnosed with ADHD.
Yup, they have. How do you think I've gotten so much blog material? Hello?
Anyway ... while having a child with ADHD is a challenge, having two is triplethe challenge. I'm just sayin'.
If you're familiar with ADHD, then you know that children who take medication (please do not send hate mail, I'm not up for it) for ADHD struggle to have an appetite. It's not fun. You make a meal and they won't eat it. Regardless of what it is. Even if it's a favorite. EVEN IF IT'S CAKE!!!
Then ... the timing is right and you have something special warming in the crockpot (BBQ Pork) and your oldest child catches a wiff of the aroma from the basement. It smells so tantalizing that it weens him AND HIS FRIEND from their video game ... to come up and ask what is cookin' for dinner.
Now you KNOW that means it's smellin' pretty darned good. Don't you?
It's then you start second guessing whether or not you should feed it to your family or freeze it and save it for when someone REALLY special comes to visit. I mean, it's not often your kid, AND HIS FRIEND, set down their controllers to find out what is smelling so good in your kitchen. Right?
And my one neighbor says I can't cook. What's wrong with him? Ahem ... never mind that silly thought. Notice I said "ONE" neighbor.
So ... after I finally come to my senses and realize Keith Urban won't be stopping over for dinner ... before the roast is freezer burned ... I decide to feed it to my husband and children.
Jake in particular ... because he is begging for it.
And I like that.
Jake: Mom, that smells so good. Can I eat now?
Me: No, Dad and Drew are still at ball practice. You'll have to wait.
Jake: Please. I'm starving ... what do I have to do?
Kinda sounds like a soap opera, doesn't it? Welcome to my life.
Me: All of your clean clothes are on my bed ... you have to put them all away!
THE HORROR!!!!
Jake: OH MAN!! All of them??? Even the hanging ones???
Me: Yes. And when you're done ... take your shower.
Regardless, Jake endured all the madness and managed to place every clean article of clothing in it's appropriate place. Then jumped in the shower. Therefore, he was allowed TO EAT!
I even offered him chips, cottage cheese and/or cheesy potatoes to accompany his meal ... which he declined all ... saying he didn't want all the "extra" stuff to fill him up. Seriously .. he said that ...
I'm not kidding ...
He ate FOUR ... count them 1 - 2 -3 - 4 ... BBQ pork sandwiches ...
Of course ... leaving me with no bun for my sandwich come the 'real' dinner time!
Figures!
