Mornings start with a naked game of “Catch the Capsule,” evenings end with toothpaste interrogations, and somewhere in between, I’m just trying not to lose my mind. ADHD parenting isn’t for the faint of heart — but with humor, meds, and a little something called Strike Force, we survive one meltdown at a time.

When your ADHD kid comes home sobbing, “Nobody wants to play with me,” and you’re two seconds from crying into your third cup of coffee—this one’s for you. From failed football experiments to drumsticks through drywall, here’s how we ditched forced friendships and found the chaos crew that actually gets him. Bonus: real tools, zero sugarcoating, and one rogue sock in a snack-covered shed.