7 a.m. My 6-year-old, Jake, bursts into my room, demanding I wake up for school. “Just five more minutes,” I groan, burying my face deeper into my pillow.
7:15 a.m. Suddenly, I bolt out of bed, panic setting in. We have just 20 minutes before we need to leave, and there’s breakfast to prepare, school supplies to gather, and I need to locate those papers I should’ve signed yesterday but can’t remember where I put them. Oh wait, there’s the reminder about Pajama Day—yesterday. Great. I glance at Jake, who’s munching on cereal, blissfully unaware of the chaos I’m creating.
7:35 a.m. Just as we’re about to head out, my oldest daughter, Mia, blocks the door. “Mom! Don’t forget I have a game tonight! Can you please wash my uniform?” Ah yes, Friday again. “Of course, but you’ve known about this all week, right?” She huffs, “Well, I would’ve, but we’re out of detergent, and you said you’d handle it!” Right, noted. I can see her frustration, tinged with that look of “Can you please get it together, Mom?” “I’ll make sure it’s ready when you get home,” I promise, giving her a quick kiss on the head before grabbing Jake and racing to the car.
8 a.m. After dropping Jake off, I walk back into the house and spot Mia’s cheer uniform sitting atop the washing machine. My head meets my palm—why didn’t I stop at the grocery store across from the school? Back to the car I go, but first… I should check the fridge for anything else we might need. Good thing I did! We’re nearly out of milk, eggs are nonexistent, and oh, the unopened orange juice carton reminds me that I’m in charge of the juice boxes for the boys’ game tomorrow. I specifically volunteered to be “juice mom” for the first game to get that task off my plate.
Feeling proud for catching that in time, I race to grab a pen to jot it down. No pen in this drawer, or the next—finally, I find one! But it’s out of ink. I toss it back and add “pens” to my mental list. Time for a shower before I hit the road.
9 a.m. As I blow dry my hair, I contemplate the speed of salon blowouts. It must be the wattage of their dryers. Should I check if the grocery store has a high-watt model? Instead, I Google “best hair dryer ever”—wow, who knew there were so many? Some are over $300! Maybe I just need a concentrator for my current dryer. Much cheaper and I can order it from Amazon later. Speaking of which, I notice I have items in my cart. Oh no! I forgot to check out after ordering baseball pants for the boys, and we need them by tomorrow! I quickly scroll through my email to find the coach’s suggestions for affordable pants, but I get distracted by a Victoria’s Secret sale ending today.
11 a.m. It’s now 11 a.m. and I’ve just ordered three lovely bras and five pairs of underwear. I also discovered a cleaning tips website that I can’t wait to try out. But first, I need to sort through my coupons to maximize my grocery savings.
12:30 p.m. Time to head out! I didn’t find any coupons for the groceries I need, but I did find decent deals at the drugstore. By stacking manufacturer coupons and store discounts, I can snag some great items for about $3.75! Definitely stopping there first.
1:30 p.m. Well, that went sideways. The 25% off coupon didn’t apply as I thought, and the toothpaste deal expired yesterday. But I still managed to get my items for just under $10—not too shabby! Now, onto finding those baseball pants.
2 p.m. In and out of the store! Both boys will have their pants for the game tomorrow, and now I just need to grab the juice boxes.
2:30 p.m. Striding into the grocery store, I head straight for the juice boxes, feeling accomplished. I won’t have to make any late-night runs to the convenience store for overpriced juice! I mentally recall my grocery list and gather the eggs, milk, and even those pens. I grab a magnetic paper pad with an attached pen for future lists. Walking out, I feel organized and free from the usual anxiety. Wow, is this what being “normal” feels like?
3:15 p.m. I pull into the garage just minutes before the rest of the family arrives. Feeling triumphant, I gather the bags from my errands, even picking up a stray cup that I usually would’ve left behind. I skip into the house, only to be met by the cheer uniform still sitting on the washing machine.
In summary, a day in the life of a mom with ADD can be a whirlwind of chaos and last-minute surprises, yet it’s filled with moments of triumph and determination. From juggling school preparations to grocery shopping, the challenges are many, but the rewards of being organized (even if just for a moment) are sweet.
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