I received this in an email from my brother-in-law a little while ago. THIS is my LIFE!! GAK!!! Oh, my tasks may differ (I mean, where's the internet "Let me just take a minute to check this site" A.A.A.D.D.) but essentially, it's what life is like for me in a nutshell. What's really pitiful is that up until about a year ago, I was the queen of multitasking. How depressing (and slightly scary, too)! I wonder if anyone has done a study of whether menopause fucks with your brain through hot flashes burning off important brain cells. ACK!!
"Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.
As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier. I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my check book 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 inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd 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. The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to 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 water. I put the Coke on the counter and 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 container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll 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 where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back 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 don't have enough water. There is still only one check in my check book. 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, and I'm totally exhausted. I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.
Do me a favor. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who I've sent it to.
Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!"
The Patchy Peener
12 years ago
4 comments:
Throw in a few thousand "Stop picking on your sisters/brother", "Get your scrawny butts out of that" and "Yes, I'll get you something to eat" and you'd be describing my day too!
Well, at least you have the excuse of 3 little rugrats!
Bahahaha, that's AWESOME. At what age does this set in? Because I think I might have it too.
Nah, Annie, you've got little kids like Lissa does, so you've got a built in excuse. It's when you have NO excuse except your failing brain cells that that story REALLY hits home! ACK!
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