I am sarcastic, sensitive, insecure about my body, a mom, cook, chauffer, full time worker, wife. I pretty much write about whatever comes into my head. I don't filter much so watch out!

I'm stuck in a rut but determined to be the best me I can be. I turn 40 in June 2015. Let's see if I can get my ass in gear to lose 40 pounds and run a half marathon by then.

 

My youngest is quite possibly the worst traveler in the history of the universe.  

WORST TRAVELER EVER

……and I hate my name right now.  

He has already:
Cried, announced he needs to go to the bathroom, hit his brother, interrupted me 1 million times, asked how much longer….and dear god as I’m typing this he is asleep!!!!!!!!  Thank you Jesus!!!!!

My youngest is quite possibly the worst traveler in the history of the universe.

WORST TRAVELER EVER

……and I hate my name right now.

He has already:
Cried, announced he needs to go to the bathroom, hit his brother, interrupted me 1 million times, asked how much longer….and dear god as I’m typing this he is asleep!!!!!!!! Thank you Jesus!!!!!

We are on the road…left the house looking like a bomb went off.

The kids got into a fight in the driveway before we pulled away from the house so that’s good. Maybe we got that out of the way early.

Family Vacation here we come. I feel like the Griswolds right now.

I love how self proclaimed Republicans on Facebook want to know what their Democrat friends think of the Border situation.

Like I would comment. Please let me comment so that you can tell me how
Much you disagree with me along with all of your friends who will certainly gang up on me as well to tell me what a communist I am.

Politics is so fun.

I love watching my son watch WWE wrestling…I don’t have the heart to tell him it’s fake.

I’m pretty sure I just drained my bank account buying tickets to one Amusement Park (Six Flags) and one Water Park (Schlitterbahn) for my family vacation.  I’m infinitely grateful I only have 2 kids right now.  

We still have a few things to get…We are heading to San Antonio and there is this Snake Farm/Petting Zoo/Exotic Animal Farm outside of San Antonio that sounds right up my kids alley.  We are also going to visit some natural caverns as well!  

This is a total “boy” trip.  If we can make the car ride without killing each other I think this is going to be fun.

Now I just need to do some research on places to eat!

First bike ride since Easter and the broken arm incident.  I’m such a good mom I just realized he isn’t wearing a helmet.

Mom Fail.

First bike ride since Easter and the broken arm incident. I’m such a good mom I just realized he isn’t wearing a helmet.

Mom Fail.

Cleaning out the kids room while they are at a friends house…god forbid I get rid of anything while they are here!!!

Cleaning out the kids room while they are at a friends house…god forbid I get rid of anything while they are here!!!

My son is watching the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Sports Awards and David Beckham comes out. I may have uttered the phrase “my god he is so good looking”. C says…”what? Because of his hair?”. Um yes son it’s because of his hair.

On another note: The Rock came out and he says “there’s a bunch of girls screaming but I don’t know why”. Umm… I do.

ADHD is about having broken filters on your perception.

Normal people have a sort of mental secretary that takes the 99% of irrelevant crap that crosses their mind, and simply deletes it before they become consciously aware of it. As such, their mental workspace is like a huge clean whiteboard, ready to hold and organize useful information.

ADHD people… have no such luxury. Every single thing that comes in the front door gets written directly on the whiteboard in bold, underlined red letters, no matter what it is, and no matter what has to be erased in order for it to fit.

As such, if we’re in the middle of some particularly important mental task, and our eye should happen to light upon… a doorknob, for instance, it’s like someone burst into the room, clad in pink feathers and heralded by trumpets, screaming HEY LOOK EVERYONE, IT’S A DOORKNOB! LOOK AT IT! LOOK! IT OPENS THE DOOR IF YOU TURN IT! ISN’T THAT NEAT? I WONDER HOW THAT ACTUALLY WORKS DO YOU SUPPOSE THERE’S A CAM OR WHAT? MAYBE ITS SOME KIND OF SPRING WINCH AFFAIR ALTHOUGH THAT SEEMS KIND OF UNWORKABLE.

It’s like living in a soft rain of post-it notes.

This happens every single waking moment, and we have to manually examine each thought, check for relevance, and try desperately to remember what the thing was we were thinking before it came along, if not. Most often we forget, and if we aren’t caught up in the intricacies of doorknob engineering, we cast wildly about for context, trying to guess what the hell we were up to from the clues available.

On the other hand, we’re extremely good at working out the context of random remarks, as we’re effectively doing that all the time anyway.

We rely heavily on routine, and 90% of the time get by on autopilot. You can’t get distracted from a sufficiently ingrained habit, no matter what useless crap is going on inside your head… unless someone goes and actually disrupts your routine. I’ve actually been distracted out of taking my lunch to work, on several occasions, by my wife reminding me to take my lunch to work. What the? Who? Oh, yeah, will do. Where was I? um… briefcase! Got it. Now keys.. okay, see you honey!

Also, there’s a diminishing-returns thing going on when trying to concentrate on what you might call a non-interactive task. Entering a big block of numbers into a spreadsheet, for instance. Keeping focused on the task takes exponentially more effort each minute, for less and less result. If you’ve ever held a brick out at arm’s length for an extended period, you’ll know the feeling. That’s why the internet, for instance, is like crack to us - it’s a non-stop influx of constantly-new things, so we can flick from one to the next after only seconds. Its better/worse than pistachios.

The exception to this is a thing we get called hyper focus. Occasionally, when something just clicks with us, we can get ridiculously deeply drawn into it, and NOTHING can distract us. We’ve locked our metaphorical office door, and we’re not coming out for anything short of a tornado.

Medication takes the edge off. It reduces the input, it tones down the fluster, it makes it easier to ignore trivial stuff, and it increases the maximum focus-time. Imagine steadicam for your skull. It also happens to make my vision go a little weird and loomy occasionally, and can reduce appetite a bit.

Hope this helps and please do share this so that more people can learn what its really like to have ADHD.

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This.  This describes me 100%.  I’ve never read it put quite like this before.

Making collections calls on my clients…F’ers don’t pay their bills.  I love making collections calls…About to put my bitch face on.

Making collections calls on my clients…F’ers don’t pay their bills. I love making collections calls…About to put my bitch face on.