Dear Devoted Husband,

First of all, you deserve an award—or at least a really good nap. Let’s be honest: being married to me is like living in a perpetual improv show, where the script involves me forgetting my keys, phone, and dignity… all before breakfast.

Remember last week? I left the house so proud of myself: “Got my keys, phone, drink bottle!” Then, five minutes later, I was calling you in a panic because the one thing I needed was still on the kitchen table. It’s impressive how often I leave the house fully prepared… to fail.

And then there are my endless projects. You’re so patient when I announce, “THIS is my new thing!”—be it paint by numbers, macramé, or some other Pinterest-inspired woodworking project—only for me to abandon it halfway through (but don’t worry, I’ll DEFINITELY come back to it later). Our entire house could probably qualify as a museum of abandoned hobbies at this point.

Here’s the thing, though: it’s not you. It’s my executive functioning.

My ADHD brain is a wild ride. Imagine a browser with 48 tabs open, half of them frozen, one playing music that you can’t find, and another trying to load the meaning of life. That’s my head on a good day. Planning, prioritising, and finishing things? It’s like asking a cat to play fetch—not impossible, but definitely not natural.

But I want you to know, it’s not that I don’t care. I care so much that I actually get stuck. Sometimes my brain gets overwhelmed and just… stops. Like buffering, but with feelings.

That’s where you come in.

You’re the calm in my storm, my compass when I get lost (which is often). You remind me when I’ve forgotten. You laugh with me instead of at me, even when I’ve turned our loungeroom into a craft project crime scene of paper and glue. And somehow, you make me feel seen—not as a burden, but as someone worth showing up for.

So, here’s my thank you:

Thank you for loving me, chaos and all. Thank you for understanding that my quirks are part of my charm (I hope). Thank you for seeing my heart even when my brain is off chasing birds.

And if nothing else, thank you for helping me find my keys every day of our life together.

With love (and a suspicious amount of glitter on the carpet),

Your Slightly Chaotic, but loving Wife

xoxo