An Hour in the Life of an ADD Brain

To all of you accomplished people out there…Kudos to you for getting stuff done with such finesse and aplomb! If only, if only I had a brain that stayed on task. If only I finished the things I’ve started in life. I’d be a novelist, doctor, gymnast, cookbook author, chef, marathon runner, business owner several times over. Instead, this is how my brain works:

Oh, look at all the pine needles all over the place outside. I’d better sweep them up. <Go find the broom and take it out to the back patio.>

But while I’m sweeping, I may as well water. <Unwind the hose and position it at the farthest flower bed.>

But before I water, I may as well mow the lawn back here and then water everything with the sprinklers. <Rewind the hose, move the garden bench, and make a racket along the taller grass near the walls of my house so the lizards know to get out of the way. Prime the mower and start it.>

Well, I suppose I can water the Bower vines on the side yard while I’m mowing.

<Allow the mower to stall and unwind the hose to drag it all the way around the house to the side yard. Come back and start mower and mow lawn. Park mower at other side yard.>

 Look at these stupid weeds! Where are my gardening gloves? I need to yank these things out! <Go into garage to look for gloves in gardening bin. See cat exiting a litter box.>

I’d better clean the cat boxes. <Clean cat boxes and sweep up loose litter.>

Yuck. I need to bleach my hands now. <Re-enter the house and head clear back to my bathroom to wash my hands. Decide to pee. Wash my hands again. Decide to brush my teeth. Make my bed. Exit my room and see my son’s bedroom door across the hall.>

Oh! I'd better feed Fuego. <Feed Fuego the fish. Notice dirty laundry on the floor of son's room and pick it up.>

Well, if I’m going to wash his clothes, I may as well grab the stuff from my hamper. <Grab stuff from my hamper. Carry all laundry to garage to start load. Realize there are clothes in the dryer, fold those and put them away. Feel hungry. Walk back towards kitchen but see computer on dining room table. Check in on Facebook. Check email.  Check Facebook again. Gaze out the French doors onto my back patio.>

Oh, look at those stupid pine needles all over the back patio. I’d better sweep them up. But first, I’m hungry.

<Look in refrigerator, hear water running at side window where the Bower vine sits…>

So that's me in a nutshell; very unfocused, very ADD. And yet, I was able to sit down and write out this particularly boring and scattered string of events. 

Happy Day to you,

Amber