Thursday, January 9, 2014

If You Give This Girl a Chore...

At the end of the day I am often left wondering, "What did I DO all day?"

I look around and see tasks half done. Baskets of laundry partially folded or put away, a pile of dirt swept into a neat little pile in the kitchen floor but never disposed of, emails written yet never sent. I think to myself, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?"

Alas. I have finally figured it out.

Adult ADD is real, yo.

A few days ago my husband was packing for a business trip.

"Would you do me a HUGE favor and iron these pants for me? I promised to play catch with the kids before I left and I need to head out in about an hour."

"Sure. No problem."

So I went upstairs to get out the ironing board and bent down to plug in the iron.

When I bent down to plug in the iron, I noticed some shoes on the floor.

So I took them into the closet.

When I took the shoes into the closet, I saw that there was no room on the shoe rack.

So I rearranged the shoes on the shoe rack so they would all fit.

As I was rearranging the shoes on the shoe rack, I noticed all these empty hangers sticking out everywhere among the clothes hanging above me.

So I gathered them up and hung them all together.

When I gathered them up and hung them all together, I saw a plastic dry cleaning bag slung over the rack.

So I grabbed it and took it over to the trash can.

When I carried it over to the trash can I saw that the trash can was full.

So I picked up the trash can and carried it downstairs to empty it.

When I carried the trash can downstairs to empty it, I remembered that I hadn't cleaned up the dishes from lunch.

So I started loading the dishwasher.

When I started loading the dishwasher, I saw my water glass next to the sink and realized I was thirsty.

So I walked over to the refrigerator to fill it.

When I walked over to the refrigerator to fill it, I decided I was hungry, too.

So I looked in the pantry for a snack.

As I was looking in the pantry for a snack, my husband came in from the backyard.

"Okay, gotta go! Did you iron my pants?"

So I went upstairs to get out the ironing board and bent down to plug in the iron.


9 comments:

  1. Every. damn. day. I wish last night it would have ended in me getting a snack instead of almost burning the house down by forgetting about dinner on the stove.

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  2. This is fabulous. I'm so glad I'm not the only one. Sharing this!!

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  3. Yes! There should be a word for this. A chore-digression? Going on a cleaning tangent?

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  4. This is me every damn day of my life.

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  5. That is so my... Ooooh, something shiny!

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  6. We are the same person, I am convinced. Look at my FB post from the same day this blog post was published: https://www.facebook.com/WhenCrazyMeetsExhaustion?hc_location=timeline

    Now let's hug it out, lady.

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  7. Okay, that hot mess above? Is me. (Stephanie/WhenCrazyMeetsExhaustion/technologically-challenged. Take your pick)

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  8. Yep, that's pretty much the story of my life!

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  9. As an adult with ADD, I say rock.on.

    And the way you tell it, it could totally be like one of those books "If You Give A Pig A Pancake", etc... I would buy that book, because a) you wrote it and b) it's the story of my life!

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