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A Day in the Life of a Mom with ADHD

a day in the life of a mom with ADHD7 a.m.: My 6-year-old, Max, wakes me up because he has to go to school. “Five more minutes,” I moan from under the pillow.

7:15: “Oh my gosh!” I leap out of bed and hit the ground running. We have to be out of the house in 20 minutes and I have to get breakfast made, make sure my son has all of his books, folders, lunch, and the papers that should have been signed yesterday but I put them down somewhere and now I can’t find them. I do, however, find the paper that reminded the parents about Pajama Day … which was yesterday … shoot. I look over at my son to see if I can spot any signs of the irreversible damage that I’ve inevitably already caused the poor kid. He is sitting at the table, eating his cereal, seemingly unaffected by the repercussions of having me as a mother.

7:35: About to walk out the door when my oldest daughter, Zoe, jumps in front of us, blocking the door. “Wait! Mom! Do NOT forget that I have a game tonight! Can you pleeeaaaase make sure to wash my uniform?” Ah, yes, its Friday again, isn’t it? “Sure honey, but this is a little last-minute, don’t you think? You’ve known about this game all week, and you certainly could have washed your uniform yourself.”

She lets out a sigh of disgust before snapping, “Yes, and I would have, but we are out of laundry detergent. I told you this two days ago, and you said you would take care of it!”

Yep. Sounds familiar. I study her facial expression. It is frustration mixed with anxiety, and is that a hint of resentment as well? It’s too late for this one. The damage is already done. But I do intend on making it up to her. “Oh, right! And I will! Your uniform will be ready to go by the time you get home from school.” I kiss the top of her head as I grab Max and run to the car.

8:00: I walk back into the house after dropping Max off and am greeted by the dirty cheer attire on top of the washing machine. I slap my hand to my head. Why did I not stop at the grocery store that is directly across the street from the elementary school? OK, back to the car I go — but wait — I should take a quick look to see if we need anything else while I’m there.

I open the refrigerator. Good thing I checked! We are almost out of milk, completely out of eggs, and the unopened carton of orange juice reminds me that it is our turn to bring juice boxes to the boys’ game tomorrow. (Actually, it is the first game of the season, and I purposely chose to be “juice mom” for game number one to get that enormous responsibility out of the way right off the bat.)

Proud of myself for catching that before it was too late, I sprint to the drawer to grab a pen so I can write it down while it’s still in my head. No pen. I open the drawer next to that. Nope. Next drawer. Bingo! I start to write out a list and realize that the pen is useless. Completely depleted of every drop of ink that it ever contained. So I put the pen back in the drawer and add pens to the list that I am just going to have to keep in memory. I just have to jump in the shower and I’ll be on my way.

9:00: I am blowdrying my hair and wondering if there is a faster way to get the job done. I mean, when I get a blowout at the salon it takes half the time and looks twice as good. It must be the watts. I wonder if the grocery store has a really good hair dryer with a lot of watts. Probably not. I’ll find out. I grab my phone and Google “best hair dryer ever.” Oh, wow…who knew there were so many kinds of hair dryers? Some of them cost over $300. Yikes.

You know, maybe it’s the concentrator. I bet if I got myself a concentrator to attach to my existing hair dryer, I could get my hair to look like my stylist does. I look those up. Much more reasonable. I doubt I can buy one at the grocery store, so I’m going to have to order it on Amazon. I pull up my Amazon account and I see that I have two items in my shopping cart. Huh? Oh my goodness! I never checked out after I ordered the boys’ baseball pants and we need them tomorrow! Oh boy, I’m just going to have to run out and buy some after I go to the grocery store.

I think the coach sent an email with suggestions on where to get some baseball pants for a good price. I click on my email. Oh look! Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale is going on — and ends today. Well, I’m going to have to get my order in quick, while I have the website pulled up.

A Day in the Life of a Mom with ADHD


Jessica Jurkovic


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Jurkovic, J. (2018). A Day in the Life of a Mom with ADHD. Psych Central. Retrieved on June 25, 2019, from https://psychcentral.com/blog/a-day-in-the-life-of-a-mom-with-adhd/
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