Received life story from Ellen where the house is full of ADDs
3 Times ADD is not a recipe for success, that's a mess!
Boy. You'd have to turn 48 for that to hear that your ADD have. Bit with the H of Hip Hip too, because I can be terribly restless.
My morning starts with a big mug of coffee and please let me land in the day. Don't immediately ask me what we are having for dinner in the evening and don't tell me I still have to go to town to pick something up. Just write it sweetly softly on a note, okay? Then it won't scare me so much. I don't have a morning mood of my own, but you can take care of it, so to speak ;-)
Good. The day has begun. It is only when my stomach reports that I realise I need to eat breakfast.
Now I am also very sensitive and live with 2 almost grown-up children in a small house where it is always a mess.
With 3 ADD sufferers, you cannot come to the door unexpectedly here. So I just don't open when someone "drops by" unannounced. I can't switch from "me" to "visit" so quickly. From "silence" to "talking".
When the phone rings and someone wants to come over, panic sets in and, wide-eyed with adrenaline, we start rushing like mad to get the living room somewhat tidy. The ironed laundry is finally taken to the right rooms, but the cellar door is also open to throw in all the junk that has yet to be placed (where it then stays for about six weeks, because what you don't see isn't there eh?).
When the bell rings, the three of us are devastated, haha, but we don't want any whining about clutter.
We always lose everything, especially things we need on a daily basis. Keys, bus pass. Bag. Just those things that we really do have a fixed place for disappear as if Hans Klok himself is in charge here at home. Always "being-late" to the bus. Standing in the supermarket and forgetting your money, but then finally taking out all the empty jars. Then again, you did!
Around July, the bedroom Christmas decorations will once again go into the attic.
What I find difficult is that I cannot focus on daily things when something else is going on. If I have a toothache, I only have a toothache all day. The serious illness of a family member is always present in me. It presses on my heart, always, taking the place where other people's "structure" sits. With administration, I am always behind, and it seems like it is all written in Swahili. I lose concentration after 10 minutes. The plants look at me reproachfully hanging over the edge of their pots. I can almost see their tongues hanging over the edge: "Doooooooooooooooorst!" But they don't say anything, so I usually forget about them for far too long.
In shops, I cosily sing along with the background music. That's "really so embarrassing, mum". But it comes naturally. If I'm not paying attention, I also do a little dance because I'm not thinking at all about security cameras, staff or other customers. Sometimes I am just completely introverted and then these embarrassing things happen.
My motto in life is: "Go crazy, or else you will be!" and I carry that out on a daily basis.
I find my peace outside in nature, where I capture in photographs, with an eye for detail, everything that catches my attention.
And when I roll into my bed at night exhausted, I realise I haven't removed my make-up from my face. Shoot. Just like in the film, I lie in my nap with my eyes made up.
There are worse things.
I curl up and fall asleep immediately.
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