Last week, my friend had a conference. It wasn't her conference, it was for her son.
For one of her sons. She has a collection of them.
The conference came at the end of a long hard week and she was getting her bunch of boys ready to get out the door.
They all had socks, and breakfast and a reminder to brush their teeth.
Backpacks? Jackets?
Then her middle son came up to her at the kitchen table where she was getting together her papers and purse and other detritus and asked for his morning medication. His ADHD pill.
She looked at the table.
And looked again.
Her other son's pill was there, and hers. Only she had taken hers.
only she hadn't .
She had taken his.
She quickly got another pill out for him.
The morning passed quickly.
She was very energetic. Hyper, even. And felt happy.
She told me that she might just mix the pills up again, if she is having bad day.
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