The mornings are the absolute worst. It’s like my entire body is cemented to the bed. The sleep I get, when I finally do collapse and catch a few hours, is light and unsatisfying—I’m never rested. They say that the Adderall messes with your sleep cycles; well let me tell you, an inability to fall asleep and stay asleep is a mixed blessing. Sure I can get more done at night once the kids are in bed, but I pay for it every morning. If I drink enough coffee and take a pill first thing in the morning, I’m not really hungry for breakfast. I try hard to be a good role model for the kids, so I choke down a little something—maybe some toast if we have bread in the house. Keeping everything stocked is hard when you’re on the go all the time, and evenings are nuts with the sports games and practices for both Gavin and Tina—I’m always running from one thing to the next, so we grab dinner out most nights. That makes it hard to focus on what to keep in the house. I can’t tell you how many times someone starts the day by...