From Chaos and Morning Routine

In the debut episode of "Supernova," Nova shares her first experiences as a podcaster and provides a humorous glimpse into the turbulent daily life with her three children. Between unexpected illnesses, weather chaos, and typical morning challenges, she navigates the life of a mother with neurodiverse children diagnosed with ADHD/ADD and autism. Join the wild ride and the everyday adventures that Nova and her family face. Buckle up, helmet on, and let's go!

Transcript

  From Chaos and Morning Routine

Wow, I'm really starting my first podcast. I'm crossing the threshold and starting a new project. I didn't plan this; it just happened. My friends encouraged me. "Nova, write down everything you experience. You have to share it with everyone who's in the same boat."

So, here we go.

My son River no longer goes to school. And he really doesn't anymore. In other words, not at all. And with that, we've finally reached the point where we've been feeling for a long time.

I'll try to take a quick look back at everything.

"Mummy, I'm sick," were the first words River uttered in a groan. How sick is he this time? Is it the man flu? I know it's a bit of a cliché, but it's true for us. I've given birth to three children without an epidural. So one was delivered by emergency caesarean section, one by vacuum extraction, and the last one in Danielle Steel fashion: makeup on, no screaming, and out in five minutes. I know what it's like to be in pain or discomfort. I can handle a lot. My husband has been sleeping for 48 hours with a fever of 37,5 degrees Celsius.

Child's brain: "I'm not feeling well. I don't want to." I've got a stomach ache. I'm going to stay in bed today.

Mother's brain: We're about 15 minutes behind schedule. He doesn't have a fever, so River has to go to school. Covid is over; you can go even if you're a little sick. While that's going on, I'm making breakfast for the girls.

Sibling's brain: I'm also staying home; he's not sick. I've got a stomachache too.

"No, girls, you're fine." Off to school. "I don't have school today. We're going to the forest."

Mother's brain: That's not possible. It's snowing pretty heavily outside, with a strong wind and a rightward drift. In other words: it's nasty weather. 

Quickly check the family calendar on the kitchen wall. It only takes a couple of minutes to find it among all the school letters. Today is forest day with sausage roasting. Can you defrost a frozen sausage in the microwave without it getting all messed up?

Child's brain: Yeah, forest day, no school.

Where are all the forest clothes or, better yet, all the winter forest things? Oh, right. I followed the new tidying tips from the YouTube channel "Clean up your Life" and streamlined my household. I've started storing everything in season-sorted boxes. But where is winter and where is the forest? Oh, dear. I already passed the boots on. I quickly send a WhatsApp to my neighbor. "Skye needs the boots again." "I'll come and get them."

River, where is the boy?

Right, he's sick.

Aida is in the bathroom and has locked the door behind her.

That's great. It gives us 20 minutes to calm down.

No, in our house, we don't get upset about such trivial things as a locked bathroom. We believe everyone deserves privacy. If we really need to, we have our guest shower.

So, what should I do now? Skye is at breakfast, and River is probably sick. I let the school know via Signal because WhatsApp isn't working. Privacy concerns. "Kids, I'm heading over to the neighbor to get Skye's boots." "I'll be right back." A short time later, I return, soaked to the bone and frozen. I must have given the boots to another friend. I managed to borrow another pair. It's really freezing outside, so Skye needs to put on an extra layer. And it's the end of April. I can already hear the wise people weighing in. And then they always bring up climate change and global warming, and now it's 3 degrees and the end of April. So, proof that everything is fine. Carry on.

Skye is in a good mood and puts on the four layers again. River's teacher wrote back to say that it's Tuesday and that another teacher is responsible, so I need to let them know. Right, it's Tuesday. Copy the message and send it. My phone battery is dead. My phone suddenly shuts off. I plug it into the charger and take the sausage out of the freezer. 

Quickly into the water and onto the stove. Skye off to the bathroom.

Just then, Aida comes out of the bath. Big entrance: light make-up, blow-dried hair with a tummy shirt and leggings.

Mother brain: She's catching her death, it's freezing cold.

Daughter's brain: What's wrong with my mother, she looks kind of crazy. Better not come after her. Ignore all well-intentioned advice. 

“Put on something warmer, it's snowing from the right.” Minutes later, I hear Aida walk out with a cheerful “Bye”. She couldn't possibly have changed in such a short time. She needs at least 20 minutes for a new outfit. A glance into her room shows: no pile of clothes, she hasn't changed. And her winter jacket is hanging there.

Mother brain: she's catching her death.

Wonderful, today is forest day. Skye's hair can stay as it is, wild and tousled. The splendor disappears under the hat anyway. I take a quick look in the mirror and am startled. What has happened to me? I look crazy. I've already showered, blow-dried and done my make-up. And now I'm standing there like a scarecrow. That's right, I was out in the snow. Okay, then I'll treat myself to another short spa session in the bathroom later. Quick, Skye has to hurry.

I'm not wearing the boots, they belong to a boy. I want my pink ones with the unicorn motif back. I'll put on the wellies.

Mother brain: She'll catch her death.

Three minutes later, Skye sets off happily in her wellies, looking forward to a fun day in the woods. Two steps past the front door, I can only dimly make out her figure, the driving snow is incredibly thick. I close the door and feel a slight sense of relaxation. What's that strange smell?

The sausage on the stove. Turned into a mess at the bottom of the pan along with the plastic. Next time I'll throw it in the microwave.

River is now standing in the kitchen, beaming happily. “I'm hungry, I'm feeling better.”

“Fancy some plastic sausage?” I make him some porridge, it's good for his stomach. But then he prefers cornflakes. The main thing is that he eats something. I'm about to go into the shower when my cell phone rings. Ah, the battery's charged.

I hear River picking up. “No, my mother's not here. I can't come to school today because I had a stomach ache. But I'm feeling better now, I'm eating cornflakes because I didn't feel like the plastic sausage.”

Well, River is excused, even if it puts me in a funny light. Done is done. Check!

I get in the shower, it feels like a whole day has already passed me by, but I know it's only just begun, so I'm looking forward to the day....I have to!

But there's one question I can't get rid of: "why is the school trip postponed in the summer when the weather is bad. Forest also works when it's snowing from the right?"