Sometimes everyday life takes unexpected turns. A phone call from my daughter before her trip to Greece turned into hours in the kitchen, lots of food – and a reminder of how ADHD in everyday life, family and cooking often means that feelings run ahead of logic.
Right now, I’m sitting here with my laptop on my lap and a cup of coffee beside me. Words arrive as the morning slowly wakes. Let me start by saying thank you – thank you for stopping by and reading this. Your presence here means more than you might realize.
When my daughter called
Yesterday, as I was sitting at home, my daughter called. They were leaving for Greece the next day and wondered if they could stop by for dinner before the trip. Of course, I said yes without hesitation. Both she and I are quite spontaneous, so the decision was made: let’s do it.
The cooking begins
When my husband reminded me that we probably needed more food, I went off to the store. As usual, I went all in – I wanted to make sure there would be more than enough.
Back in the kitchen, I started preparing:
Tzatziki in preparation – yogurt, garlic and cucumber in a bowl
On one tray, I placed root vegetables and potatoes, seasoned with thyme, chili and other spices.
Meanwhile, the chicken fillets were marinated in charred chili, garlic, olive oil and salt.
In addition, I made a classic tzatziki and a yogurt-based dip with garlic and chili. I’ve made tzatziki many times before, for example in this post about everyday cooking (in Swedish) – sorry, it’s only available in Swedish right now, but I might translate it later. Meanwhile, a soup was simmering on the stove.
Selective eating and ADHD in everyday life
The soup was mostly for my oldest son. Because he eats quite selectively, whole pieces of meat are out of the question – they have to be in a sauce for him to try. Serving a whole chicken is therefore never an option. However, soup works well, which is why it’s always there as an alternative for him.
Plastic containers in the fridge with soups and meals adapted for selective eating
Over the years, we have often cooked large batches of the few dishes he prefers. Therefore, the fridge is almost always filled with plastic containers: Bolognese, taco mince and chicken stew – his safest flavors. Now he is an adult, soon 29, but the selective eating remains.
Selective eating is not unusual, especially among children and young people with neurodivergence. For some, it continues into adulthood. It may be about texture, smell or the feeling in the mouth. For my son, soup is a safe way – flavors mix but the consistency stays smooth. Understanding that, and adjusting meals accordingly, makes everyday life easier and mealtimes less stressful.
The kitchen was filled with aromas, pots and movement. So much was happening all at once.
ADHD in everyday life – when feelings run ahead of logic
In the middle of it all, the thought struck me: my youngest had recently had a fever and was still sniffling. Could they really come here and risk getting sick just before leaving for Greece?
This was not a decision I could make on my own. I left it to my daughter and her partner – and they decided to stay at home. I don’t know if it was her decision or his, but I was grateful that I realized it in time. I would never want to be the reason they spent their vacation sick.
And that’s where ADHD makes itself known, as it often does. Often, I get an idea, go all in and keep going. Only when everything is nearly finished do I stop and think: wait a minute, how did this actually turn out?
It’s not a lack of care – quite the opposite. It’s just that feelings always come first, logic later. The result is often a kitchen full of food, movement and strong aromas.
Sometimes chaos, sometimes order. But somewhere in between there is also beauty.
Reflection
That dinner never happened – but it still became important. In the kitchen I was reminded of my own impulsivity, and I also felt that I had done the right thing. I managed to stop in time. Maybe that’s what life is – full of tripwires, but with space for care.
Between the Lines
This post isn’t just about food or a dinner that never happened. Between the lines, it tells about love for family, about the wish to give and protect, and about how ADHD shapes everyday life. It also shows that selective eating isn’t something children always grow out of, but something that can follow into adulthood – and that understanding and adapting can create calmer moments for everyone around the table.
At its core, this is a story about care: rushing ahead with heart and feelings first, and only afterwards letting logic catch up.
AHA – Between the Lines
Even when I run on feelings, I can still land in something good. What matters isn’t perfection – but realizing in time.ll land in something good. What matters isn’t perfection – but realizing in time.
”Yesterday has already come to rest in history, tomorrow is waiting further ahead. But right now – this is where life happens.” – Carina Ikonen Nilsson
This is my story. ADHD in everyday life is my reality – as a mother, grandmother, and everyday anchor. It is also a story about hugs that linger in the heart, about the ability to forgive, and about the strength to stand firm – even when life puts me to the test. Above all, it is a story about love, because that is what I choose, every single day.
This post is personal. I share my story – not because I have all the answers, but because words sometimes become my way forward. ADHD is part of my life, and here I write as a mother, grandmother, and everyday anchor right in the middle of daily life.
Words are a way forward – but so are colors. Just like writing, my painting is a way to sort feelings and find breathing space.The lines form a pattern of thoughts – structure in the middle of chaos
A mother’s story of ADHD in everyday life
This is my story. About ADHD, about being a mother to adult children, and about the longing I carry as a grandmother at a distance. It is also a story about hugs that remain in the heart, about the ability to forgive, and about the strength to stand firm – even when life tests me. Above all, it is a story about love, because that is what I choose, every single day.
A mother’s story of living with ADHD
Living with ADHD means that my everyday life sometimes turns into a roller coaster. As a mother, it’s doubled – I carry both my own inner chaos and the responsibility for my family. It is tiredness, energy, laughter, and frustration, all tangled together.
At the same time, I have a greater understanding of what it feels like on the inside, how full of emotions one can be. When I am happy, it bubbles through my entire body. When I am sad, I cry uncontrollably. When I am angry, it is hard to stop.
There are days when the sounds are too loud, the demands too many, and my strength runs out before the day has even begun. Sometimes I end up lying in front of movie after movie without even knowing what I am watching – those days I do not like. But when I manage to do everything – and a little bit more – then I love the day more than anything else.
Mother, grandmother, and the longing from a distance
I am a mother to adult children. I am also a grandmother – but right now a grandmother at a distance. It isn’t far in miles, but still I don’t stand in the middle of their everyday life. That hurts, but I try to find ways to live in acceptance.
A hug that lingers in the heart
Family is important to me – it is us against the world, somehow. Last Thursday we went to deliver presents to one of my grandchildren. It wasn’t the actual birthday party day, but to avoid stirring things up it felt better to give the presents on another day. That way it wouldn’t be too much all at once.
When we stood there on the doorstep before the door opened, I felt cold inside. My heart beat faster than usual. I was afraid. Afraid of the reactions that might come. Afraid that the presents were wrong, that I would be rejected, that my gifts wouldn’t count.
But then the door opened. When I saw how happy she became with the presents, warmth spread through my entire body. That warmth carried like sparks all the way to my fingertips. And when we were leaving, I received a hug – one of those real hugs that gets stuck in the heart. I held her a little longer, as if to embrace all the days we hadn’t seen each other. I wished time could stop right there. That we could stay, close together, without letting go.
That hug stays with me still, even though days have passed.
For me, presents are more than gifts – they are my way of saying: I remain, I love you, I want to be close even when I am not always allowed to be. How I wish things were different. That we could sit down together and talk. That I could take the grandchildren for coffee, or just to the playground. If the day comes when the door opens wider, I will be here.
My weakness and my strength
I know that my ability to forgive is both good and bad. It makes me vulnerable to being hurt again, but it also makes me whole within myself. I dare to feel love, even when someone has hurt me. I forget and let you stand there once more. The hurt is gone, and for me it is so much more beautiful to live in friendship and love than to be bitter and angry.
Vulnerability and strength in the same image. To be seen – both blessing and burden
The everyday anchor
I am also an everyday anchor for children who have needed a place to land. For me, it is not a title. It is about opening the door, opening the heart, and saying: here you are welcome. Here you can feel at home.
My painting – as multifaceted as life itself. A space where every feeling belongs
Many children have lived here for a period and found a home. It became their home, and even as adults, we are still a safe place for them. Perhaps that is my greatest strength – to remain, to create a home, to choose love even when storms are raging.
Small moments that mean the most
Happiness lives in the small moments:
the laughter around the dinner table
the whispered “I love you” before bedtime
or that quiet second when I actually manage to just pause and breathe.
Those moments remind me that I am more than my diagnosis. I am a mother who tries, who falls, who rises, and keeps going. And still I carry gratitude for those small everyday moments.
FAQ – ADHD in everyday life
What does it mean to live with ADHD as an adult? Many adults with ADHD describe a daily life full of intensity. It can mean difficulties with planning, concentration, and structure, but also a strong energy, creativity, and an ability to think in new ways.
Can ADHD also be a strength? Yes. ADHD can bring qualities like creativity, problem-solving skills, curiosity, and energy. For many, these strengths become an important part of both work life and family life.
How can you support a parent with ADHD? By showing understanding and patience. It also makes a difference when you acknowledge their strengths – not just their challenges. Practical support in everyday life, structure, and open conversations can be crucial.
Reflection
Living with ADHD is living intensely. Sometimes too much, sometimes just enough. But by writing and sharing my story, I remind myself – and perhaps also you – that we are not alone.
Closing words
This is my story. One of many. About ADHD, about motherhood, and about living a life where chaos and love share the same roof.
Yesterday has already laid down to rest in history, tomorrow is waiting further ahead. But right now – this is where life happens. – Carina Ikonen Nilsson
Between the lines – my voice
In this text, I show both longing and strength. I carry the fear of being left outside, but also the warmth of a hug that lingers. Words and colors become my way of holding on to love. I remain, with both pain and hope – and I choose to live in what is, right now.
AHA – between the lines
I am a mother, grandmother, and creator. I choose love, even when it hurts. I stay, I create, I love – and within that, my strength lives.
My neighbor creates wonderful children’s films on YouTube – videos that both entertain and teach. Perfect little moments of learning and curiosity for kids. Click here to watch: Watch the children’s film here
Yesterday I cooked gluten-free chicken fillets in the Airfryer, with fresh salad from the greenhouse and my fluffy Afghan rice. Down in the basement, our worlds coexist. He with his order, me with my creative chaos. Yesterday it was chicken in the Airfryer, salad with greenhouse tomatoes, and Afghan rice – a dinner as simple as it was good. Today it is the same basement, the same us, yet the day carries something more: longing for Alfred and the afternoon ahead.
Yesterday I sat here in the basement. Our little hobby room. We both have our desktop computers down here and sit back-to-back. He in his chair, me in mine. He with WoW, sports and horses, me with pencils, painting, knitting and writing. We may not say much, but still, it is togetherness. At the same time, it is comforting to be close, even if we are doing completely different things. This room was once a storage room, but now it has become our space to play and create.
You will have to excuse the mess. But the mess is mine. I spread out. Brushes, paints, yarn and paper all over the place. That is why it feels alive, and not stiff. Maybe it is also my ADHD that makes the mess grow so fast – yet at the same time, that is where creativity lives. Here lie the ideas that turn into colors, words, and sometimes into food on the table.
Min målarhörna i källaren
My painting corner in the basement
Min skriv- och datorhörna
My writing and computer desk
Vårt gemensamma källarrum
Our shared basement room
Yesterday – Dinner on the Table
And yesterday I cooked, as usual. I take care of weekday dinners, while my husband cooks when he is off work. Gluten-free chicken fillets in the Airfryer. A salad with tomatoes and cucumbers from the greenhouse. I also mixed in the shredded carrots left over from the day before, plus alfalfa sprouts, red onion, lemon, oil and vinegar. Fresh and good. I have also shared my recipe for homemade pizza salad – simple, fresh and perfect as an everyday side dish.
Glutenfria kycklingfiléer på väg in i Airfryern
Crispy chicken with corn flour and panko
Gluten-free chicken fillets ready for the Airfryer
The chicken turned out crispy: corn flour → egg → gluten-free panko. Six minutes on each side in the Airfryer, and then into the oven for a while. It is important that they do not lie too close to each other. Alongside we had a cold sauce made of sour cream, mayonnaise, sambal oelek and chili sauce. And peanut sauce. Yes – you can easily make it yourself, and then all the flavors come through even more clearly. I link to an ICA recipe at the end, and I also include my own quick version.
Afghan rice – a family favorite
Perhaps not everyone’s favorite – my husband is not too fond of it. But my eldest son loves it, and that is mostly why I make it.
I cook it my own way – a twist on Afghan rice. I have said it before and I will say it again: rice must be washed! For a long time. The water must be clear. Then it needs to soak for a few hours.
Afghanskt ris i blötläggning
Afghan rice soaking in water
When I cook it, I use plenty of water, broth, curry, chili, garlic and onion. When it is done, I drain it and put it back in the pot with a paper towel under the lid. In this way the rice becomes fluffy and light.
Today – Longing for Alfred
But that was yesterday. Today is a new day. Still, I sit here in the same basement. The same mess, the same chairs. But not quite the same us, because my husband will soon leave for work – so we are no longer back-to-back. Today my thoughts are elsewhere. With Alfred.
I am already longing, even though the day has barely begun. Later this afternoon I get to pick him up from school. That thought makes me warm inside. To see him, to hear what he wants to tell me, to be a part of his afternoon. That is exactly what I am looking forward to.
Between the Lines
Yesterday was all about food and flavors, even about quiet togetherness back-to-back. Today it is about waiting. Here between the lines lies closeness: it is about having a place. But it is also about sharing everyday life. It is about longing for someone you love. And maybe this too is part of living with ADHD – that everything happens at once, that the mess becomes part of the whole, but also that joy often hides right there.
Now I am curious about you – how is it for you? How does your everyday clutter look – neat and tidy, or creative chaos?
Reflection
Maybe it is right here that life feels most real – in yesterday’s dinner, even if it is also in today’s longing. In the mess down here, and at the same time in the silence back-to-back. Here I experience, even while I see the small moments, which together shape everything in our lives. It is here we can feel within ourselves – in those everyday moments that, therefore, become life in its purest simplicity.
Yesterday has already settled into history, tomorrow waits further ahead. But right now – this is where life happens. – Carina Ikonen Nilsson
Frequently Asked Questions about Gluten-Free Chicken Fillets in the Airfryer
How do you cook gluten-free chicken fillets in the Airfryer? Place the seasoned chicken fillets in the Airfryer basket and cook at 180°C (350°F) for about 18–20 minutes. Flip halfway through for even cooking.
Does chicken stay juicy in the Airfryer? Yes, the Airfryer gives the chicken a crispy outside while keeping the inside tender and juicy.
What spices work best for chicken in the Airfryer? A simple mix of salt, pepper, paprika, and a little olive oil always works well. You can also add garlic, chili, or herbs depending on your taste.
Can I cook frozen chicken fillets in the Airfryer? Yes, but it takes a little longer. Plan for 22–25 minutes instead of 18–20 minutes, depending on the size of the fillets.
Keep warm in the oven until all are done (place them with space between).
Serve with:
Cold sauce: sour cream + mayonnaise + sambal oelek + chili sauce. Taste your way – I often do this with all my cooking, letting the taste buds decide.
Peanut sauce: see quick version below or follow the ICA recipe.
Peanut Sauce – Homemade (Quick Version)
100 ml peanut butter
about 100 ml water (adjust for consistency)
1–2 tbsp soy sauce
1 small garlic clove, grated
1 tsp grated ginger
chili flakes or sambal oelek to taste
1–2 tsp lime juice or a splash of white wine vinegar
a pinch of sugar or honey
Heat gently in a saucepan and stir until smooth. Taste and adjust salt, heat and acidity – homemade usually gives more flavor because you decide the balance yourself.
(ICA recipe link: add here)
Afghan Rice – My Version
Wash the rice thoroughly until the water is clear.
Let it soak for a few hours.
Cook in plenty of water with broth and spices (my twist: curry, chili, garlic, onion).
Taste – when done, drain.
Return to the pot with a paper towel under the lid.
Result: fluffy, flavorful and the perfect side dish.
Sometimes a motorhome weekend in Sweden begins long before the engine starts. That’s the case this time – with freshly washed curtains, a living room that suddenly feels more harmonious, and a weekend waiting to be filled with both stillness and small adventures.
Even though we haven’t left the driveway yet, the motorhome weekend in Sweden really began yesterday. Not with driving away, but with those small preparations that set the tone. I put a few things into the motorhome – nothing big, but still the bits that needed to be in place.
Then I decided to buy curtains. Fresh, new curtains. And not only that – I also decided to wash them before they had even been hung. My poor husband had to help, even though he was tired after work. But now they’re up in the living room, and the whole space feels different.
New curtains – hung straight from the washing machine. Damp curtains dry neatly and let in just the right amount of light.
Grandma’s table now stands neatly with a cloth in the same fabric. No piles, no sketchpads – just a bare, beautiful table. It’s a rare feeling, as that table is usually both a dumping ground and an art desk. But today I decided: if I want to draw, I’ll go down to the basement and bring up my art supplies. This way, we won’t have corners of the house turning into workspaces whenever the mood strikes.
Clean table before the motorhome weekendGrandma’s table – for once without piles or sketchpads. Ready for a weekend with more calm than clutter.This is how the table usually looks – full of everyday life and ongoing projects.
New Curtains, New Calm
We even got new curtains in the bedroom. Freshly washed and still damp when I hung them – my trick to avoid ironing. They dry straight and smooth in place, and the room suddenly feels both lighter and fresher.
However, this post isn’t really about curtains – it’s about the fact that we’re heading off today.
Back to Hanatorp
We simply couldn’t get enough of Hanatorp, so we’re taking another trip there. My husband’s brother is there, and they wanted to spend some time together. I don’t know what “cousin vitamin” has planned for the weekend, but if they’re there, they’ll definitely get a hello.
Since this is the last weekend before school starts, it feels extra special to get away. After this, it’ll just be Fridays or Saturdays, depending on how tired everyone is.
The Weekend Plan
This weekend, I intend to enjoy myself. Relax. Blog. And, of course, keep developing the Oskar Series. Perhaps I’ll add a few lines here and there, somewhere between my coffee cup and the evening sunset.
Where do you find your stillness? By the sea, at a campsite, on the sofa with a cup of tea – or perhaps when you give yourself permission to simply be? Share in the comments; I’d love to hear from you.
Reflection
It’s strange how small things can change the feeling of an entire home. A pair of new curtains, a clear table – and suddenly it feels like I’ve made more space, not just in the room but in my mind as well. This weekend, I want to take that feeling with me on the road. To let it remind me that sometimes it only takes small changes to set life in a new direction.
Between the Lines – My Voice
This isn’t really about curtains, Hanatorp, or even the motorhome. It’s about creating space for what matters. About choosing less clutter so I can enjoy the present more. And about giving myself time – both at home and while traveling – to simply breathe.
”Yesterday has already settled into history, tomorrow waits further ahead. But right now – this is where life happens.” – Carina Ikonen Nilsson
It starts quietly. Coffee, cat food, a thank-you to the universe. Then – as if an invisible signal goes off – the day explodes. Tasks tumble over each other, projects are started and grow, dinner burns, the laundry calls from the balcony, and the wardrobe gets a complete makeover without a single plan. One of those ADHD-in-everyday-life days, where stress and creative joy run side by side – ending with the feeling of having dared something new.
Yesterday was filled with both words and coffee. I published the first part of the Oskar Series – a text that had been waiting to meet you. The rest of the day went into small household chores, but in the back of my mind, Oskar and his world were always present.
En av mina egna blyertsteckningar – för mig symboliserar den hur ett barn kan dra sig undan när världen blir för mycket. I Oskar-serien vill jag visa att bakom varje tystnad finns en berättelse vi behöver lyssna på
One of my own pencil drawings – for me, it symbolizes how a child can withdraw when the world becomes too much. In the Oskar Series, I want to show that behind every silence there’s a story we need to listen to.
Morning Ritual and ADHD Energy
Here I am again. My coffee is still warm and the morning has just begun. My morning ritual: feed the little cat, make my coffee, and thank the universe for giving me one more day on this earth. Thankful for having what I need – and a little more.
Looking back, I feel grateful for the energy that filled me yesterday. That special energy that only comes sometimes. When ADHD kicks in. When your body tingles with “I’ll just fix this one thing” – and suddenly, you’re in the middle of something entirely different.
ADHD in Everyday Life – One of Many Piles that Grow
KonMari and an Unexpected Wardrobe Race
Socks shouldn’t scream from inside the drawer, the method says. They should be folded.
A few weeks ago, I started using the KonMari method for folding clothes. We use it in the motorhome, but now I’ve also done it in my own dresser. Yesterday, I decided to just fix a little in my husband’s sock drawer.
But before that, I had already washed bed linens and hung duvets and pillows out on the balcony. Somewhere in between, I got stuck making a TikTok video. It took time – my English is hopeless – but I did it. A little wrong, but that’s another story.
Back to the wardrobe. And suddenly “a little” had become “everything.” Work clothes, base layers, sweaters – all lying in piles on the floor. I scrubbed the drawers, added lavender sachets, folded clothes carefully. Folded, folded, and folded again until the wardrobe looked like a furnished room.
Burnt Butter and Too Many Things at Once
Then – the next impulse. Vacuum the beds. Flip the mattresses. Vacuum every corner. But then it hit me – dinner!
Butter in the frying pan, quickly fetch the laundry that had been dry for a long time. Back inside – and the butter wasn’t golden brown, it was black. Burnt. Smoky. Typical. New butter in the pan, onions in, potatoes and everything that was going to be our hash.
I started carrying in pillows from the balcony while frying eggs. That’s when Lillfia came and asked if she should help me carry in the bed linens. I said yes – feeling both grateful and warm in my heart.
From Dinner to Wrapping Presents
Beds done, food done – and just as I sat down, I heard my husband’s car in the driveway. After dinner, we talked about smelly shoes that needed to be thrown away.
We went into town, bought new ones, stopped at the pharmacy, and then at Dollarstore. There, I filled a whole bag with birthday presents for Emilia. It took two hours to wrap them all with paper and small ribbons. A little bag filled with presents I hope she’ll like.
Bravery in the Small Things
When the evening came, I realized I had actually dared. Not something big like jumping from a cliff, but making a TikTok video in English – despite the fear. That’s bravery to me.
Between the Lines – What Stayed with Me All Day
All day, I carried a thought: that we often miss what’s not being said. Sometimes it’s not the words that tell the most, but small signals – a glance, a shoulder relaxing, a small movement.
This applies to the children I write about in the Oskar Series, but also to us adults. Many of us carry invisible stories. Maybe that’s why I write – to remind myself (and maybe you) that we need to dare to see beyond the surface.
Reflection
Yesterday was a day of high pulse, many tracks, and a mix of chaos and joy. ADHD in everyday life can feel overwhelming, but it also holds a kind of magic – the ability to see the world in several directions at once. And maybe it’s there, in the unpredictable, that the most valuable moments hide.
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