 
                            
                    The Great Rearrangement: When Mum’s ADHD Meets Schmutz’s Queendom
        The signs are always the same. A distant, thoughtful hum. The slow, measured pacing. A long, exaggerated sigh that signals an incoming shift in the household’s entire geography. And then—movement. The bookshelf inches sideways. The couch is rotated (for the third time    
        
    
        
     
             
                             
                            