By: Alex Thompson
7:00 a.m.
My 6-year-old son, Leo, wakes me up, urging me to get a move on for school. “Just five more minutes,” I groan, burying my head under the pillow.
7:15 a.m.
Suddenly, I bolt out of bed, panic setting in. We need to leave in 20 minutes, and I have breakfast to prepare, as well as ensuring Leo has his books, lunch, and all the signed papers that I misplaced yesterday. In my frantic search, I do find a note about Pajama Day—yesterday. Great. I glance at Leo, who’s calmly eating his cereal, blissfully unaware of the chaos I’m creating.
7:35 a.m.
Just as I’m about to step outside, my oldest daughter, Mia, blocks the door. “Mom! Don’t forget my game tonight! Can you please wash my uniform?” Oh, right, it’s Friday again. “Of course, but couldn’t you have reminded me sooner? You’ve known about it for a week!” She rolls her eyes, “I told you two days ago and you said you’d handle it!” Oops. I can see the mix of frustration and anxiety on her face—definitely not my best moment. “No worries! I’ll have it ready by the time you’re home.” I give her a quick kiss before grabbing Leo and racing to the car.
8:00 a.m.
After dropping Leo off, I walk back into the house and see the cheerleading uniform sitting on the washing machine. I smack my forehead. Why didn’t I stop at the grocery store across the street? Off I go again, but first, let me check the fridge to see if we need anything else. Good thing I did! We’re low on milk, out of eggs, and realize it’s my turn to bring juice boxes for tomorrow’s boys’ game. (I volunteered to be “juice mom” for the first game to get it out of the way.)
Feeling proud for catching that in time, I dash to grab a pen to jot down a list. No pen in this drawer, nor the next. Finally, I find one—but it’s out of ink. I toss it back and add “pens” to the mental list. Time for a shower!
9:00 a.m.
As I blow dry my hair, I ponder if there’s a quicker way to do this. When I get a blowout, it takes no time at all. Maybe a high-wattage hair dryer could help. I grab my phone to search for “best hair dryer ever,” but wow, they have a ton of options—some over $300! Maybe it’s just the concentrator that makes the difference. I find some reasonable ones online, but will have to order them later.
While browsing, I notice I have items in my Amazon cart that I forgot to check out. Oh no, I need boys’ baseball pants for tomorrow! I recall an email from the coach with shopping suggestions but instead click on a promotion for a semi-annual sale at Victoria’s Secret. I have to jump on that while the site’s open!
11:00 a.m.
Fast forward to 11 a.m. Yes, I ordered three bras and five pairs of panties, and I also stumbled upon an intriguing website with cleaning hacks I plan to try later. But first, I should go through my coupons for the grocery store.
12:30 p.m.
Wait, I need to get moving. No coupons for what I need, but I found some great deals at the drugstore by combining manufacturer and store coupons with a 25% off everything coupon. I plan to snag toothpaste, eyeshadow, body wash, deodorant, and razors—all for about $3.75!
1:30 p.m.
Not exactly accurate with my calculations—the 25% off didn’t apply to everything, and the toothpaste deal expired yesterday. Still, I managed to get my items for under $10. Next up, baseball pants.
2:00 p.m.
Success! I quickly got the boys’ pants and am now heading for juice boxes.
2:30 p.m.
Entering the grocery store, I head straight for the juice boxes. I feel so accomplished, and my husband will appreciate that I’m prepared for tomorrow’s game—no late-night convenience store runs needed. I recall the grocery list and gather eggs, milk, and—yes—pens. I also grab a magnetic pad for future lists. Leaving the store, I feel a sense of normalcy wash over me. What a nice feeling.
3:15 p.m.
I pull into the garage just in time before the rest of the family arrives. With bags in hand, I feel organized and accomplished enough to even pick up an empty cup from the car. I skip into the house—only to be met with the cheerleading uniform still lying on the washing machine.
In conclusion, being a mom with ADD presents unique challenges, but I navigate my day with a mix of chaos and triumph. My journey is a constant balancing act, but I find joy in the small victories amidst the mayhem.
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