September may have been release month for Space Balls, but it's also the hub's birthday month.



Poor guy. Not because he had to share the celebrations but because on his birthday I had A DAY.



First, I accidentally used cumin instead of cinnamon went making his birthday French toast.🍞

It's a testament to how much the hub's loves me that he ate it without complaint. I didn't even realize I'd done it (because I don't like eating breakfast) until I was cleaning up and spotted the cumin jar.😬

When I asked why he didn't say anything, he said ❤️“I didn't want to make you feel bad."❤️



Then, at the bus stop🚌, this sweet little Kindergartener started holding herself. Her father, who was with her, asked her if she had to go potty🚽.

She did.

He asked her if she could hold it until she gets to school.

She couldn't.

The brakes of the bus 🚌squealed as it entered the neighborhood.

I grabbed the little girl like a football, yelled “I got this” then ran🏃‍♀️ her to my house tucked under my arm.

It is only after the poor thing had her pants down and was peeing in an unknown person's potty that I realized I basically adducted her.

Thankfully, when I football🏈 ran her back in time to get on the bus, everyone was laughing.🤣

At me, but still, laughing.🤷‍♀️



Then, even after taking my ADHD meds, I still was having trouble focusing. So I went old school and made a To Do List📋: 1) move clothes from washer to dryer, 2) 💌put stamp on letter and then put it in mailbox, 3) set reminder alarm⏰ for ADHD doctor appointment💊.



Easy, right?



I only get number three done before I end up buying new headphones🎧, cleaning my white sneakers👟, repackaging an online clothes order to return📦, and searching for the perfect chambray shirt for this idea I have in my head of Autumn🍂 fashion perfection.💋



When the alarm goes off I get confused and think I made a mistake by setting it.

I turn it off.🤦‍♀️



Ten minutes later, I'm sprinting 🏃‍♀️around the house throwing stuff in my bag because I am now late.

I get out of the house and drive 🚗 down to the road only to turn back a minute later because I forgot my phone📱.

Get phone, get back in 🚗car.

My 📱phone rings.

It's the psychology doctor asking me to check in.✅

Wait, what? Psychology? 🤔 I thought my appointment was for my psychiatrist?



⚠️🤯⚠️🤯⚠️I'm thinking I accidentally double booked myself with both my ADHD doctor man and my feelings doctor lady and I'm asking who I think is the feeling's doctor lady's receptionist to hold so I can call the ADHD place to make sure I didn't somehow confuse the two, only to have the same woman answer the call because she IS the ADHD doc receptionist and I simply didn't hear her say psychiatry not psychology.🤦‍♀️🤯🤦‍♀️🤯🤦‍♀️



Now, since I've wasted so much time, she says I need to do a 🖥️virtual appointment because there is no way I can make it to the office on time.



And that is how I found myself, sweaty😓, panting and near tears 😰in the little camera window of my computer telling my ADHD doctor man that I'm pretty sure my meds aren't working💊🙅‍♀️.



And that was all before 9am🕘.



I won't even tell you how later that night I nearly 🔥burnt the house down putting forty-two candles in the hub's birthday cake🎂 because they all merged together to erupt into some sort of sugar coated flame thrower or how I threw my back out😧 bending over to pick up Legos and took my husband's old pain meds💊 for the pain.



Because that would mean admitting I took double💊💊 the recommended dose because as they were expired pills I figured it meant they weren't as powerful.

Or how I knocked them back with a mimosa🥂 made from the drained juice of my son's mandarin 🍊orange fruit cup and ended up 😳binge watching Schitt's Creek until two in the morning drunk and high🥴 off expired pain meds and spiked fruit cups while the birthday boy slept alone in the other room🛌🏼.



And do you know, after all that, Ken said he had a great birthday? 🤦‍♀️😆🤷‍♀️

He's the best. ❤️❤️