My executive dysfunction is having its semi-regular “But wait, what if this time is different” moment, so I’m reading a cleaning book, I got the dishes to sink zero, and I have laundry ready to come out of the dryer. I even set up Notion to keep track of all my brain dumps! As we all know, this will end no different than every other time. Maybe some day ya girl will get some adderall or something but for now we just keep on keeping on, one day at a time, and you know what? My kids are happy and healthy and kind, so I’m trying to let go of the “my house is a disaster” shame.
Like, I took my kids to the library this morning, and they got paint, and we picked up a new drawing book at the toy store; their clothes are clean and they’ll have dinner in 15 minutes. What else matters, ultimately.
Anyway, I guess I’m just here to say that being an adult in late-stage capitalism is hard, and the states of our homes is morally neutral. Y’all are doing what you can, and that’s great.
