Rest Isn’t Always Restful When Your Body's Running on Chaos

From Burnout to Belly Laughs, ADHD Work Blues to Sand-Filled Sneakers

Join me for a dose of snarky humor and witty commentary as I share the ups, downs, and lessons learned while navigating life, marriage, and parenting nuerospicy kids with an ADHD partner—all while trying to embrace the crunchy lifestyle!

I Took a Much-Needed Break — and Realized I Might Be Bored with My Life

Cue Thelma & Louise — minus the dramatic car cliff dive (although let’s be honest, sometimes that metaphor feels a little too on the nose). I finally saw my best friend after over a year apart. Yep, over a year. Torture. Mental, emotional, spiritual torture. We talked constantly over that year (thank you, unlimited texting and meme therapy), but we were missing something big: face-to-face, snort-laugh, late-night-rehashing-of-our-childhood-trauma kind of connection.

Let me set the scene: we were both deep in the trenches of navigating sobriety (no biggie), healing childhood wounds (easy peasy), and trying to rebuild our lives into something that didn’t make us want to cry in the shower every night (cue Bridget Jones sobbing into her mic).

But we made it. We crawled out of those depression pits and finally, finally got a week together in the Northwoods — and y’all, it was everything.

Friendship Therapy > Any Spa Day

We filled each other’s cups so hard they overflowed. I'm talking love, laughter, listening, the works. We caught up on kid drama (because let’s be real: parenting is 10% pride and 90% hiding in the pantry), took a planting class (can’t wait to see that hanging basket thrive like I pretend I am), and stayed up until the wee hours laughing until we sounded like wheezing donkeys.

It was bliss. Until it wasn’t.

Re-entry is a B*tch

Coming back to work felt like slamming on the brakes after going 90 on a joy ride. My job? It’s fine. The people are great. The hours? Decent. But I’m bored. I can knock out all my tasks in the first couple hours of an eight-hour day — thank you, ADHD hyperfocus superpowers — and then I’m left...floating. Unengaged. Stagnant.