It was day 4 of summer break. My son was still in his pajamas at 2 pm. My daughter was horizontal on the couch, watching her third consecutive hour of YouTube. Someone had eaten an entire box of cereal between breakfast and lunch. And my husband had somehow hyperfocused his way into a three-hour garage cleaning session that rendered him unavailable for parenting duty. I stood in the kitchen staring at the messes scattered around the house and thought to myself, “How am I su
It was 7:15 a.m. The bus arrived at 7:40. My son was still in bed, and I needed to breastfeed the baby. My husband was in a coma that I couldn’t wake him out of, and breakfast hadn’t been made yet. Oh, and the dog needed to be let outside. And I was sitting there, unable to move, trying to hold onto the last fragment of my sanity, while the dog urinated on the floor. This was not a bad morning. This was just Tuesday. If you're a neurotypical anchor in an ADHD household, you k
