By Momof2Boyz — Hyperfocused, overstimulated, and buried under half-finished hobbies
I’m not officially diagnosed…
But let’s just say:
I know myself.
And if collecting hobbies like they’re limited-edition emotional support projects is a symptom…
Then I’m pretty sure I’ve got some undocumented ADD happening over here.
Because I do not simply “pick up a hobby.”
No.
I become fully committed.
For approximately:
3 days
2 weeks
maybe a month if it really grabs me
And in that time?
I will:
Research everything
Buy all the supplies
Watch all the videos
Rearrange my life around it
Convince myself this is now part of my personality
Until suddenly…
It’s not.
And then I move on to the next thing like the previous obsession never financially impacted me.
My Craft Room Is Basically a Hobby Graveyard
At this point, my craft room is less of a room and more of a museum of abandoned ambitions.
It contains:
Supplies for hobbies I was absolutely going to stick with
Half-finished projects
Bins of “I might use this later”
Enough materials to open my own small craft store
And yet somehow…
I will still convince myself I need one more thing for my latest idea.
Because in the moment?
It feels necessary.
It feels exciting.
It feels like:
“This one is different.”
Spoiler alert: It usually is not.
Then There Are My Kids… Who Somehow Managed to Inherit the Same Brain Energy
Both of my kids have ADHD.
And while they are definitely more hyper than I am…
The overlap is impossible to miss.
Because they both get hyperfixed too.
And if you know, you know.
When ADHD locks onto something, it doesn’t just become an interest.
It becomes:
THE THING.
My Oldest Hyperfocuses Like a Tiny Research Specialist
My oldest gets deeply into very specific interests.
His phases have included:
Star Wars
Dinosaurs
Military planes
And when I say he gets into them…
I mean he will:
Study them
Learn every fact
Memorize details I didn’t even know existed
Explain them to you with the confidence of a museum curator
And honestly?
It’s impressive.
He can lock in and absorb everything when it’s something he loves.
But then the frustrating part hits.
Because somehow he can do all of that…
And still not focus that hard on:
schoolwork
chores
cleaning his room
literally anything I would also love for him to apply that same energy to
And that’s where parenting ADHD gets so tricky.
Because you know they can focus.
Just not on what you need them to.
My Youngest Is Basically Me in Smaller, More Chaotic Form
My youngest?
He is my mirror.
Which is honestly both adorable and mildly terrifying.
He loves:
crafts
collecting things
creating things
getting fully invested in whatever his newest obsession is
And when he’s into something?
He has to have:
all the supplies
all the accessories
all the versions
all the things related to it
Because in his mind, if he loves it…
He needs the full experience.
And honestly?
I get it.
Too much, probably.
The Problem Is… the Obsession Moves On. The Stuff Does Not.
That’s where the ADHD house chaos really starts.
Because once the hyperfocus fades?
The stuff stays.
Always.
So now we have:
craft bins
toys
half-finished creations
collections
projects
“important” little piles of things nobody can touch
All just… lingering.
Like physical evidence of every ADHD era we’ve survived.
My House Constantly Looks Like a Tornado With Creative Potential Hit It
This is the part I think only ADHD households truly understand.
Because when my kids want to do something— whether it’s:
video games
Legos
drawing
building
crafting
random “projects” that somehow require every available surface in the house
They do not do it in a contained, reasonable way.
Absolutely not.
They take over:
the kitchen counter
the dining table
the couch
the floor
probably at least one chair that no one can use for the next six hours
And they need:
everything out.
Because apparently no ADHD activity can happen without maximum visual chaos.
And Then… They’re Done in Five Minutes
This is the part that really gets me.
Because after they’ve pulled out:
47 markers
3 boxes of Legos
a notebook
a random charger
scissors
tape
six mystery pieces to something nobody recognizes
They will be fully done with the activity in about:
five minutes.
Maybe ten if the stars align.
And then they move on to the next thing like they didn’t just create a scene that looks like an arts-and-crafts crime investigation.
And Asking Them to Clean It Up? Immediate Betrayal.
The audacity.
Because the second you say:
“Put that away”
“Clean this up first”
“You need to finish one thing before starting another”
They act like you just personally destroyed their will to live.
Like I didn’t ask you to climb Everest.
I asked you to put the markers back in the bin they came from.
But somehow that request is received as:
“You will never know joy again.”
And every single time I’m like:
How are you offended?
You did this.
The Hardest Part? I Get It.
And that’s what makes parenting kids with ADHD while clearly having your own version of it so weird.
Because on one hand…
I’m the parent.
I need to:
create structure
teach responsibility
keep the house from looking condemned
But on the other hand…
I deeply understand the brain behind the chaos.
Because I know what it feels like to:
get excited fast
get distracted fast
lose momentum fast
move on before the cleanup part feels possible
And sometimes I’m not even frustrated because I don’t understand.
I’m frustrated because I understand too well.
It’s Like Managing Three ADHD Brains and None of Them Want to Be Managed
That’s really what this is.
Three people in one house, all operating on:
impulse
hyperfocus
clutter
overstimulation
“I’ll clean it up later” energy
And somehow I’m supposed to be the one holding the system together?
That feels a little unfair, honestly.
Final Thoughts From the Queen of Half-Finished Projects
If you’re parenting ADHD kids while quietly realizing:
“Oh no… this is also me”
Just know:
You are not alone.
You’re not lazy.
You’re not disorganized on purpose.
And you’re definitely not the only one living in a house where every flat surface becomes a temporary creative explosion.
Momof2Boyz Reminder 💙
ADHD brains are messy, brilliant, creative, intense, and exhausting all at once.
And sometimes parenting ADHD means trying to teach skills you’re still figuring out yourself.
That doesn’t make you unqualified.
It just means you’re learning together…
surrounded by Legos, markers, and at least one unfinished hobby.
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