Wednesday, February 18, 2009

AAADD

This was an email I received that I thought I'd share here.  Apparently my age is catching up with me because this describes most of my days plus some added kid chaos.  Sad, but true.

Recently, I was diagnosed with A. A. A. D. D. -- Age Activated Attention
Deficit Disorder. This is how it manifests:

I decide to wash my car. As I start toward the garage, I notice that there
is mail on the hall table.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash can
under the table, and notice that the trash can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the trash first.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out
the trash anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left

My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go to my desk where I
find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so
that I don't accidentally knock it over.

I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the
refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the coke a vase of flowers on the counter
catches my eye--they need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that
I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water
the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a containerwith water and
suddenly I spot the TV remote.

Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the
remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to
put it back in the den whereit belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

So I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up
the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day: the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there
is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers aren't watered,
there is still only one check in my checkbook, I can't find the remote, I
can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really
baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'mreally tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get somehelp for it,
but first I'll check my e-mail.

GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.
GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL
LAUGHING AT YOURSELF IS THERAPEUTIC!

3 comments:

Mrs. B. Roth said...

:)

it's my typical day too.

Stacy said...

Thanks I needed that giggle! I would NEVER have days like that! I am perfectly sane at all times!

Lisa said...

how did you get "list" of my normal day???
That is so me, and then I wonder why nothing is finished.