7 a.m. My 6-year-old, Leo, wakes me up, reminding me that it’s time for school. “Just five more minutes,” I groan from beneath my pillow.
7:15 a.m. Suddenly, panic strikes! I jump out of bed and rush to get moving. We need to leave the house in 20 minutes, and I still have breakfast to prepare, along with gathering Leo’s books, folders, lunch, and those papers I was supposed to sign yesterday but seem to have misplaced. Oh, great! I did find the reminder about Pajama Day—yesterday. I glance over at Leo, who is blissfully munching on his cereal, completely unfazed by my chaotic morning.
7:35 a.m. Just as we’re about to head out, my eldest daughter, Mia, steps in front of the door. “Mom! You can’t forget that I have a game tonight! Please make sure to wash my uniform!” Ah, yes, it’s Friday again. “Sure, but it’s a bit last minute, don’t you think? You’ve known about this game all week and could have washed your uniform yourself.” She huffs in frustration, “I would have, but we’re out of laundry detergent. I told you that two days ago!” Yup, sounds familiar. I can see the mix of annoyance and worry on her face. “You got it! Your uniform will be ready when you get home,” I assure her, kissing her head before grabbing Leo and rushing to the car.
8 a.m. After dropping Leo off at school, I return home and spot the dirty cheer outfit on the washing machine. Ugh, why didn’t I stop at the grocery store right across from the school? Back to the car I go, but first, I should check if we need anything else. Opening the fridge, I realize we’re almost out of milk, completely out of eggs, and oh no! I remember I’m supposed to bring juice boxes for the boys’ game tomorrow. I wanted to be “juice mom” for the first game to get it out of the way.
Feeling accomplished for catching that in time, I dash to the drawer to find a pen to jot this down. No pen. I try the next drawer. Nope. Finally, in the third drawer, I find one, but it’s completely out of ink. I toss it back and add pens to my mental list. Alright, time to hop in the shower.
9 a.m. As I blow-dry my hair, I wonder if there’s a quicker way to do this. Why does it take so long when I can get a salon blowout in half the time? Maybe I should invest in a high-wattage hair dryer. I dive into Google, searching for the “best hair dryer.” Wow, who knew they could cost over $300? Maybe it’s just the concentrator that makes the difference. I look those up instead—much more affordable. I’ll need to order one from Amazon later.
Checking my Amazon account, I discover I still have two items in my cart. Oh no! I forgot to check out after ordering those baseball pants for the boys! I’ll have to make a run to get some after the grocery store. While checking my email, I spot a Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale ending today. I need to place an order before it’s too late.
11 a.m. It’s now 11 o’clock, and I’ve managed to order three lovely bras and five new pairs of panties, all while discovering some great cleaning tips online I plan to try later. Next, I dig through my coupons to see if I can maximize my savings at the grocery store.
12:30 p.m. Whoa, I better get moving! I couldn’t find any coupons for what I needed, but I did stumble upon some great deals at the drugstore. By combining manufacturer coupons, store coupons, and my loyalty card, I can snag toothpaste, eyeshadow, body wash, and razors for about $3.75. I definitely need to stop there first!
1:30 p.m. Well, it didn’t go as planned; I miscalculated. The coupon didn’t apply to everything, and the toothpaste deal ended yesterday. Still, I got all my items for just under $10. Next up: baseball pants.
2 p.m. I was in and out quickly at the store, and the boys will be all set for their game tomorrow. Now to grab the juice boxes.
2:30 p.m. As I enter the grocery store, I head straight for the juice boxes, feeling proud and confident. My husband will be pleased to see I’m well-prepared, avoiding any late-night convenience store runs. I recall my grocery list and gather the eggs, milk, and—yes!—the pens. I even find a magnetic pad with a pen attached for easier list-making in the future. I leave the store feeling accomplished, free from anxiety, and—wow—this is what it feels like to be “normal.” I could get used to this!
3:15 p.m. I pull into the garage just before the rest of my family arrives home. I grab the bags from my errands, feeling organized and ready. But, of course, I’m greeted by the dirty cheer outfit still sitting on the washing machine.
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In summary, navigating the daily chaos of parenting with ADD can be a whirlwind of emotions, tasks, and unexpected surprises. With a bit of planning and some humor, it’s possible to tackle each day, ensuring our kids have what they need while managing our own unique challenges.