If This Isn’t ADHD

I’ve been out with the girls today at a birthday party.

It was lovely.

One of those days where you get to catch up with the home-ed mums and dads while the children disappear off and do whatever children do at birthday parties.

But I left absolutely exhausted.

I didn’t get much sleep last night, and by the time we got home I could feel that particular kind of tiredness where your whole body seems to be asking you to please stop doing things.

Naturally, this was the moment I decided to make tea.

Not a cup of tea.

Tea.

All my new loose leaves had recently arrived, so instead of sitting down like a sensible person and resting, I started weighing everything out.

100 grams of hibiscus.

100 grams of dandelion leaf.

100 grams of oolong tea.

Cinnamon.

Cloves.

Mix it all together.

Into the containers.

Lovely.

And then, in true ADHD style, I left absolutely everything out.

Bags of herbs.

Scales.

Spoons.

Tea leaves.

The aftermath of a tiny apothecary explosion across the kitchen breakfast bar. 

By this point I realised I was also starving. Probably another reason for the tiredness! 

I hadn’t really eaten much since breakfast.

Again, rather than making anything resembling an actual meal, I opened the cupboard and found a half-eaten bag of cheese savouries.

Perfect.

Then I opened the fridge and took out a slice of cheese.

Also perfect.

And now I’m sitting in the hammock with a pillow, completely exhausted, feeling slightly burnt out, accompanied by a slice of cheese and a packet of cheese savouries.

There is food in the house, we’ve just had the Saturday big shop delivered. 

There are almost certainly plenty of vegetables and good food available. 

I have just lovingly blended myself a bespoke herbal tea from five different ingredients.

But dinner?

Slice of cheese.

Cheese savouries.

Hammock.

And if that’s not ADHD, I don’t know what is.