Oh man, I’m already done with this year. It’s been one thing after another, mostly little things, and we’re only on day 7.
Last Friday I had several “disasters” happen. I use the term loosely, because most people would just brush them off, but for an ADHD brain, they cause lots of anxiety. Example, my son dumped a bag full of cheese crumbles all over his lap in the car. This meant I had to clean out the car floor, pull out his car seat, take it apart, wash the cover, put it back together, and reinstall it. Also, that same night one of my plants became too topheavy and fell off a high shelf onto the dining table, sending dirt everywhere in an already cluttered room. A couple other messes were made that day as well, total accidents, which I can’t even remember now. But I’m sure you can all relate to the horror of having a huge mess to clean up. It disrupts routine, and cleaning is already so hard, that adding to it only makes it worse!
This morning was a bad luck fest as well. My hair wouldn’t style correctly, sticking out all over the place. I dropped eggs on the floor, burned my son’s breakfast, and exploded a glass jar in my sink. Needless to say, I did NOT get out of the house on time for work.
Oh, and I had a meeting with my son’s teachers where they basically said he’s disruptive and struggling in class because of, wait for it, excessively impulsive and hyperactive behavior that keeps him from being able to fully take advantage of group lesson settings and draws teacher attention away from the other kids to deal with his needs. And sometimes he smells, and how often DO you bathe him, Mom? (To be clear, the teachers all love him and want him to succeed, but they are very concerned.) They implied that the Kindergarten program at their school might not be a great fit for him, and I should look into the public school district because they have more resources. So heartbreaking. (They were less than receptive when I suggested he might be ADHD. Big surprise.)
These are just some examples of the cascade of little mishaps and accidents, plus big disappointments, that have been happening just in the first 7 days of the year. In the past, this would be enough to send me into a spiral of anxiety and shame, and I’d probably just give up trying to do anything but the most basic tasks. I’m very pleased to relate that I’ve handled it pretty well. I’ve tried to clean up the messes as they happened instead of leaving them until I “have time”. I haven’t given in to emotional rages or crying jags. I’ve stayed calm and just handled things as they came, even though It feels a little like the world is out to get me this last week.
So, TL;DR, I’ve kept my cool through a very trying week.