as if PMS isn’t enough
| April 21, 2012 | Posted by SuperADDMom under iMother, iRant |
i have always been a person who can feel shifts in my hormones easily, feel the physical effects of PMS coming on. i felt the zygotes that were my children, implant into my uterine wall, and shocked my DR and ultrasound techs by telling them exactly where they would find the location of the placenta from the implantation.
I have always felt which ovary i ovulated from.
this month it was the right ovary, and a new thing is from the ovarian cysts I have….it felt like someone was trying to stab me with a pencil.
now….i am into day 3 of my fertile days, ( which make no diff since I clamped up my Fallopian tubes years ago.) and I can feel my cervix dilate to ripen and make me more open to accepting the manseed. I’m done making babies…so this is just fucking annoying to me.
i was in the middle of the grocery store and doubled over with the cramps.
I’ve often described feeling cervix dilation as a tension headache….dull ache/ pain… but now it is like a migraine in my vagina, and it throbs, and takes my breathe away.
when your hubby looks at you in the store because you yelp in pain and bend over, and he asks you what’s wrong… how do you subtly say you have a pain in yer gitch?
grrrr.
so.. all that to say…i’m cranky. cause my cervix is being a cunt today
Brunch in one pan
ADD friendly dinner
Spring cleaning
I’m a duck
ADD sucks
| January 10, 2012 | Posted by SuperADDMom under ADDventures, iRant |
you can plan and plan and plan, and be a good girl, and do all the shit…ALL THE SHIT you are supposed to do, and feel proud as fucking hell that you actually accomplished shit, and you start thinking, hey…maybe if I am diligent enough, I can outsmart ADD with good planning and a hint of OCD like checklists……..
You wake up the next morning and see the clean kitchen, you fridge has been mold free for 2 weeks! TWO WEEKS…. and it brightens your mood, and you think,”It’s ok, I got this… I MOTHERFUCKNG GOT THIS. ”
Even if it takes MORE effort, and MORE time than anyone else to pull this mother and wife shit off…
THEN…..You make your tea….in the things you set out the night before, to make it not take much thought to do…..and you are chugging along, almost about to fucking HUM a cheery tune, even thought you are not a morning person, and you open the bread machine you set so diligently last night to make toast for people for breakfast, and that’s when ADD jumps out and smacks you right square in the middle of the fucking forehead.
“HA HA Bitch! You ain’t smarter then me. FUCK YOU, I OWN YOU BITCH.”
Cause you forgot to hit the motherfucking start button, and staring back at you, aside from the yeast water volcano poking up out of the flour covering it, being very much NOT a loaf of bread, is large amount of truth, and fucking self loathing and “FUCK YOU!” from your inner ADD self.
This is not just a one time thing. 10, 20 even 30 times a day you are reminded you have ADHD for the things you struggle with more then other people do. The lost keys, the lack of clean socks, no spoons, you forgot to buy milk, a smelly SINGLE armpit when you are in the store shopping, and you realize when you were getting dressed that morning and the kid came to you to help him put his socks on, you stopped in the middle of putting on underarm deodorant and not you have ONE smelly sweaty stinky pit, and so all day the wafting smell from your one BO pit reminds you CONSTANTLY that there is no cure for ADHD, and yeah, pills only help a little and on a limited time frame, and it mother fucking exists.
So,anyone who dares tell me it doesn’t today, is gonna find their face buried in a pile of fucking gooey yeast water and flour, until you motherfucking inhale all the flour and choke on your fucking words.
ADD fucking SUCKS.
and that is the truth!
MY truth.
Change
| December 10, 2011 | Posted by SuperADDMom under ADDventures, iLove, iMother, iRant, Neuro-News |
- change is hard
- nobody likes change
- people are creatures of habit
- No matter what the change in that you NEED, or WANT to do in your life, you will not do it , and it will not stick until you are ready to do so.
- I mean REALLY REALLY ready to do so.
- you can try and try and try… but change will not happen….no matter what it is, until the mere fact of NOT changing will hurt you more than the change you know you have to instill ( and have been avoiding) in the first place.
- when you reach that point, the change is not looked upon as something difficult…
- it just happens…and it is more welcome, and easy to do, and you’ll think ” I should have done this a lot sooner! what was I waiting for?”
- you were waiting to be ready….we are all in a state of “getting ready” because life is about changing, nothing ever stays the same.
- some people around you who do not like the change, do not like it because it makes them feel like they need to also address the things in them that need to change, that your change reminds them of. If it is too much for them to deal with, they will slowly and quietly ( or sometimes harshly and quickly) disappear from your life in the way you are used to them being there.
- It doesn’t mean your change in yourself was wrong, it just means they were not able to handle the change, simply because THEY are still in a place where it doesn’t hurt more to stay the same…yet.
No Off Switch
| November 24, 2011 | Posted by SuperADDMom under iMother, iRant, Neuro-News |
my son is 6, he has Sensory Integration and Central Auditory Processing Disorder.
he’s hyper, hes active, he has no off button. I knew this when I as pregnant within. He never stopped moving.
He cannot walk anywhere, he has to run. He cannot sit still, ever.
He is clumsy and can fall off a chair just sitting there. he’ll be eating and sitting like “normal” at the table and then BOOM hits the floor hard…the dis-regulation in his nervous system, requires he seek input constantly and he sings ALL THE TIME, has to crash into things and people to stimulate his nervous system. he pounds the floor hard when he walks for input in his joints…..talks non stop, spins, jumps, etc etc etc. He tipped the kitchen chairs back on two legs constantly and fell from them daily. so now he sits on a chair I brought in from the garden that is more like a stool he can’t tip back , because there is no back to push off of.
he wears me out. he sucks the energy out of me mentally and physically.
Even thought I know all of this and do things to compensate for it,give him extra leway because i know it is a thing and he is not doing it to annoy… he drives me bananas after 12 hours of him constantly yammering on and on and on and ON…and spinning, and jumping and talking too loud ( no volume control).
the only time the child is ever quiet is when he is asleep and with the nature of his neuodiversities and just simply getting older, he requires less and less sleep.
If he is awake and is silent, I assume he is hurt or sick…aside from getting lost in lego upstairs ( and even then I can still hear him talking to himself), or being wrapped up like buritto in a blanket to sooth himself while watching a movie he adores like Tron, Cars, anything with a dog in it), sick or hurt is the only time he’s quiet when he is awake.
he’s a total ball of energy, and makes me wanna pull out my hair and deafen myself most days.
And then…. when he is asleep…….i miss it.
#spd #capd #motherhood
multitasking mixup
| November 18, 2011 | Posted by SuperADDMom under ADDventures, iMother |
I had just finished eating a late supper, because I was outside splitting wood all evening, and was planning on taking a phone call from a ADHD online acquaintance and trying to the the kids prepped for bed all at once, and decided to multitask.
So, I was getting my 6yo son, sensoryboy, ready for bed and getting him a melatonin at the same time as getting two caffeine pills for myself, and handing my 11yo daughter her melatonin.
In my attempt to multitask, I handed her her melatonin, got my caffiene pills, THOUGHT I handed the boy his melatonin, and then popped my caffiene pills and drank them down, while getting a drink for the kids each.
It was only when my son was standing there telling me I didn’t give him his melatonin yet that I realized that I took his small white melatonin pill that was under my large pink “wide awakes” and I never even noticed, because I was rushing, and trying to multitask.
the three of us started laughing so hard, we could not tell TMO ( theMundaneOne aka hubby) what I had done, and then just as I gathered myself to tell him while till giggling, my son “herpderped” me.
he HERP DERP-ED ME!
HAHA it was well deserved.
FYI, melatonin with 200mg of caffiene doesn’t really do much of anything.
FYI part duex. don’t get on my ass for taking 200 mg of caffiene…it’s the equivalent of a large tim horton’s coffee…with no sugar, and less shit flavour 
never a dull moment around here I tell ya.
It’s not work if it is fun
| September 26, 2011 | Posted by SuperADDMom under iLove, iMother |
mwahahahaha I am the master mind! actually it just kinda happened, but it was totally cool.
free child labour is easy to get, if you make it a game. The boy’s friend R came over to play after school with the bug podz he has been totally wrapped up in all day.
I asked if they could help me move the wood. My 6 year old son did not go ” awwwmooooom, my friend is over, I wanna play!” he exciteldy said ” Ok! R come on help me move this wood!”
At first they could only carry 2 peices each. But, they thought it was cool I was letting them throw wood. Typically that’s a no-no, at any other time. that comes with the “you could lose an eye!” They were going slow, and I was carrying more than they were, and then one said to the other…”I can carry 3” ..so then the other said “I can carry 4!” then the other said “cool. look I can carry 5!”
Then they made it a competition and by the end of the 1/2 cord of wood, they were carrying 6 to 8 peices each.
I stopped carrying wood to stand back and watch this 
and I grabbed my phone to snap a pic. if you find a way to enjoy what you are doing, it is never work.
They got the good idea to move the pile from the driveway to the wood porch and started playing a game of who could score a point in each of the 1/2 cord cribs for the wood like basketball. rather then grab a bundle and throw it in each time.
they threw them in from 6 to 7 feet back and counted…with laughing and giggling and smiles the whole way.
Then my 10 year old daughter ran and grabbed crackers and cheese, and now they are resting at the table in the back yard and having a snack, and my first two wood cribs are 90 percent full
