Last night I looked over at DH and said “I have nothing to write on my blog.  Possibly ever again.” He said “I’m sure you’ll learn something from this”. I said “Screw you I will not.  There’s nothing to learn.  Just shut up.” Which is what I do when he says things that are true. Since the last time I wrote, we moved across the country.  There’s plenty I am sure I will write about the amusing anecdotes of our driving across Canada and the northern US on the way to our new home. Our fifth night after leaving the house, I was annoyed with Freckles.  He wasn’t eating his meals. Now, my kids are picky, obnoxious eaters who eat next to nothing.  I am judged everywhere I go (mostly by myself) for their lack of eating. So as we start on our trip, my one child who has almost started to eat like a normal person, won’t eat. Then, one night looking at him while visiting on our trip with my parents, I realize something.  He’s trying so hard to act okay, he’s such a happy kid, I didn’t even think.  He’s hidden every other symptom but the truth is, well… He’s sad.  Sad enough that he hasn’t realized it, but he doesn’t feel like eating because of it. And two things hit me. The first is that when you realize that what your child is doing is not defiant or obnoxious or spiteful or lazy but a symptom of his overwhelming sadness….. It’s…