The ADHD + Baby Brain Combo Nearly Took Me Out

I thought my fellow ADHD moms may appreciate this story. I'm just glad I can look back and laugh at it now 🤣

ADHD brain is already a three-ring circus. Add postpartum brain? That’s a full-blown government experiment in cognitive failure.

So, let me tell you about the time we went on our first big family outing… and I nearly starved my child.

This happened on our daughter’s two-month birthday back in the fall. It was the first time we had really taken her out—she was born at 35 weeks, so we had largely kept her inside until this point. Big milestone, big day.

For extra spice, this particular disaster was brought to you by the peak of the Adderall shortage. My pharmacy had just hit me with the classic, “We won’t have any for at least a week, bestie 😘”—because, apparently, functioning wasn’t in the cards for me.

But it’s fine! We had a plan. A solid plan. A totally ADHD-proof, foolproof plan.

Husband’s job? Grab the baby, diaper bag, stroller, and car seat.

My job? Prep her bottles. Feed the cats. Pack and bring the cooler with said primo, grass-fed, Whole Foods-trusting, boutique-ass goat’s milk formula.

I made the formula. I fed the cats. And after that? My brain said, “That’s enough responsibility for one day” and hit a full factory reset.

Fast forward—we’re in the car. We are THRIVING. For once, we are ON TIME. The vibes? Immaculate.

Then… mid-drive… our daughter starts fussing.

I go to grab a bottle and—

Oh. Oh no.

They're sitting on our kitchen counter. Where I so responsibly left them. A near days worth of formula mind you.

My husband, gripping the steering wheel, trying to keep control of the inner Aries rage that he’s spent his whole life working to prove that “not all Aries have rage issues”… eye twitching: “You’re joking.”

Me: “I wish I was.”

Now, normal formula? We could’ve grabbed it anywhere. But this goddamn grass-fed Kabrita Goat Milk is only sold at Whole Foods or online. And with her stomach sensitivity we didn't wanna risk switching brands.

Google Maps: “Nearest Whole Foods, 45 minutes in the opposite direction.”

So now, our “relaxing family day” includes a scenic, rage-fueled detour because my unmedicated executive dysfunction is determined to take me out.

By the time we got the formula, the baby was fuming, my husband was silently contemplating his life choices, and I was just sitting there wondering how I’ve survived this long.

Moral of the story? If you have ADHD, do not assign yourself the “grab the essentials” role. Assign yourself the “double-check what your husband grabbed” role. Trust me.

Baby survived. Husband forgave me. We actually had a great time once we recovered from The Incident™.

But ADHD brain? Remains undefeated.