The past four weeks have felt insurmountably difficult. I know things will get better; I just wish I could stay in bed until they actually do. This summer has felt more difficult than usual. I'm certain a big reason for this is because my old trusty medication regimen had to be changed up. I'm also … Continue reading Parenting With ADHD Feels Impossible: Part 1
How's that for a title? Let's jump right in, shall we? I'm taking a respite from the meds that make my brain work, not exactly by choice. When I went to pick up my refill, I was informed that I hadn't had an actual appointment in six months and this would have to happen before … Continue reading A Day in the Life of a Scrawny Chick With ADD Who Takes Controlled Substances
Where to begin . . . I realized on Tuesday, during the bewitching hour (that would be anytime from 5ish pm until my little ones are deeply slumbering), that Wednesday was a holiday. Which means. . . NO SCHOOL! I'm slowing getting used to a new school schedule that's vastly different from our former school … Continue reading Parenting Is Like That Old-School Rap Song From Eighth Grade
What have you learned about yourself in your time on earth? I ponder this question frequently. For me, this involves looking inward and making decisions based on personal values, strengths, and skills. I also enjoy talking to friends about their path, and though I often fail miserably, I try my best to not infuse my … Continue reading More Yoga Action
And now that dream is coming true. Sort of. Honestly, I'm completely kidding. Gil and I signed a contract on a house in Savannah. It's 1500 square feet but a significant downsize for us. I'm sincerely jazzed. Gil...is a builder. He grew up with a dad who was a builder. He's always been the bigger … Continue reading I Dream of Tiny Houses…
I just lost it on the poor woman who answered the phone at our local library. I'm not proud. And truthfully, I didn't exactly lose it, but as someone who loathes confrontation and prefers every interaction to be the harmonious variety, it felt that way. I received a freaking collections letter FROM THE LIBRARY in … Continue reading The Problem With a Brain Like Mine…
...you lose your kid's soccer jersey and have to miss the game. Oh my gosh, you guys, THIS MONTH!! I for one am glad that I have less than three hours left in September. Piers and Gil both have September birthdays, and I didn't throw either of them a party. Not sure if I've mentioned … Continue reading It’s Time to Tackle the Laundry When…
As a kid I was told that I had strange reactions to things. I'm not crazy about this label, but it's kind of true. If I bump my head I get angry and have been known to stomp and throw things. A normal reactor would probably cry or at least say that it hurt. I … Continue reading Awards, Guilt, and Gratitude
My kids started school today. First grade for Piers and Kindergarten for Wallace. It's time to put the home front back together. Oh my goodness!! I was gone over the weekend. I drove 8+ hours to visit my college friends. It was wonderful and worth the hassle and all that, but I am spent. Gil … Continue reading Weekend Get-Away, Back-to-School, and My House Exploded
So…in an effort to get more organized as well as prepare to move in the next year, I’m employing this daily strategy.
I like that it’s catchy, memorable, and seems simple enough even for my disorganized, live-in-the-moment crowd.
I am not a naturally neat person. I tend to hold on to stuff and make a mess wherever I go. I leave things out after I’m done using them. You can tell where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing by the trails I leave behind. If I brush my teeth there is a 90% chance the cap will not make it back to the toothpaste. When I take off my shoes they tend to stay wherever that event occurred. Jackets and sweaters could be on the back of chairs or on the couch. I leave kitchen cabinets and closet doors wide open after I have found what I was looking for. I mean to put stuff away and close what I’ve opened but I get involved in other things and forget. I’m not chronically disorganized but I have far more in common with the sloppy than the neat.
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