After posting last night, after cuddles and forgiveness and panic over a mark… There was a general consesus that it was bedtime. I picked up my phone. I dont know what’s wrong with me. I don’t think I’m trying to be bad. I don’t think I’m trying to get in trouble. I just… do things. I know I have ADHD, but I’m not usually this level of completely dysfunctional. So Sir swatted me and took it away and sent me to brush my teeth. I came out of the bathroom, Sir was helping SB in the other bathroom, I picked up my phone again. Fifteen minutes later, Sir and SB…