Dear ADHD,
When I got the call about my Dad being in the hospital and heard the panic in my stepmom’s usually matter-of-fact voice, I knew this was the call we had all known was going to come sooner or later. And you sprang right into action, as you always do for me in a crisis.
I never take the time to really thank you and maybe that’s why you forget from time to time that even though “Disorder” is part of your name, you’re actually a wonderful asset in times like these.
Usually, my period is what throws my week for a loop. But since that was last week’s hassle, I started the week with an optimistic outlook. On Tuesday night I finished up my work, made a quick list of things I wanted to get to the next day, and went to bed with this all-too-smug feeling that I was finally on top of my game.
My smugness was short-lived when my 4-year-old woke me up early the next morning announcing every parent’s nightmare — he didn’t feel well. You’d think after three (3!!!) colds in the last six weeks, I’d be used to this, but this one felt like it was going to be the one that made me crack and completely lose it.