Every morning starts with a promise: just one cup of coffee. But then the inbox fills up, the to-do list multiplies, and each new task whispers, “You deserve another.” Before I know it, there’s a small ceramic army of mugs on my desk and my heart is racing faster than my thoughts. It’s not just…
Rejection sensitivity is sneaky.It doesn’t need big drama. Sometimes, it only takes a pause. I send a message, nothing fancy, just confirming plans. Hours pass. No reply. And suddenly my brain is running a full season of “Reasons They Secretly Hate Me.” I replay the last conversation. I analyze every emoji. I convince myself silence…
ADHD + object permanence means if I can’t see it, it basically doesn’t exist.Groceries? Forgotten in drawers.Bills? “Organized” in folders, never to be seen again.That one “safe spot”? A black hole. The fridge is the worst offender. I tuck things away thinking, “This will stay fresh here, I’ll remember.” But my brain works like: Out…
Bedtime in our house never starts on time, and honestly, that’s usually on me. My brain keeps saying “just one more thing” until suddenly it’s way later than I planned. When we finally get moving, everyone has their own rhythm. One child thrives on a solid routine: teeth, medicine, pulling on tomorrow’s clothes because it…
Some days, my energy feels like a phone at 2%.Every ping, every small talk, every “Mom, look!” drains me a little faster. Coffee doesn’t fix that.But sometimes it feels like it plugs me in just enough to make it through. One cup = enough to nod through small talk.Two cups = errands and appointments feel…
The car clean-out trap.It always starts with the best of intentions: grab a trash bag, pick up a few things, done in five minutes. But then I find a single sock.And a granola bar wrapper that looks… vintage.And suddenly, I’m knee-deep in a full-blown excavation, like an archaeologist uncovering layers of my past road trips….
The fridge is a liar.It whispers, “Just put this container away. Two seconds, tops.” But once that door opens, I notice the sticky spot on the shelf.And then the expired yogurt.And suddenly I’m pulling out everything. Lining up condiments like soldiers, wiping shelves, questioning why I own seven kinds of mustard. Before I know it,…
It starts with a simple plan:“I’ll just have a quick cup of coffee before I start.” But then… It’s not that I don’t care.It’s that my brain takes “pause” and translates it into “detour.”Executive dysfunction + caffeine = the most alert kind of avoidance. But here’s the truth:Even procrastination can be a soft landing.A way…
People keep suggesting I switch to decaf.Like it’s some kind of reasonable compromise. But here’s the thing:Decaf is coffee in disguise.It’s cosplay.It’s the simulation version of the real deal. If I’m already running on overstimulation, executive dysfunction, and three half-finished to-do lists…you want me to tackle that without caffeine?Absolutely not! My mug is my life…
Every single night, I tell myself the same sweet little lie: “Early night tonight.”I believe it, too.I picture myself peacefully asleep before midnight, waking up refreshed, ready to conquer the morning. And then…I remember something I wanted to look up.Just one thing.Five minutes, tops. But somehow, “quick check” turns into: Reading the comment section of…
