I start many things. I finish few. I'm talking about basics-like dishes, folding a load of laundry, etc. I don't have a recent memory of the kitchen sink being totally void of dirty dishes. I may get half a load of laundry folded before I'm summoned by Liz due to some all important matter. It is not unusual for half of my kitchen floor to be mopped while the other half is quite dirty. The vacuum is often left out because I never quite get the whole room vacuumed. This has become a way of life. It makes me crazy. Yet, regardless of how hard I try, I have not been able to find a remedy.

I wonder if ADHD is contagious? I feel like popcorn, popping all over the place.

I whine, bitch and complain. So what. I would not give up the experience of raising Liz for anything. I love this child, she is worth it and I am her mom. She is my daughter. I will never, ever have this chance again.