One day my mother called.
She said my 10-year-old (also quite severe ADHD π) told her we only eat junk food.
My first reaction? Defensive...
Then I sat with it.
Some weeks are chaos. Some evenings Iβm completely spent. And βproper cookingβ can feel like climbing uphill in sand.
I donβt want to feed my kids junk. I just donβt often have the executive function to do something better.
Self-pity doesnβt cook dinner.
So instead of trying harder, I tried softer.
I built something that helps us eat slightly better on the days when everything feels heavier.
Not perfect days. Real ones.
Some days I stand in the kitchen and just stare.
The fridge is open. My brain is not.
Itβs not laziness. Itβs not that I donβt care.
Itβs that cooking, for an ADHD brain, is never one task.
Itβs twenty tiny decisions in a row.
So I stopped trying to be better.
I started trying to make it easier.
This is a small thing I built for low-brain days.
Made by an ADHD parent (me), who got tired of pretending dinner was simple.