I would imagine that dying of Adult ADHD would be as embarrassing as dying of Restless Leg Syndrome, but if I'm not careful, it's going to happen to me.
One day I almost burned the house down twice. Twice! In one day!
One involved an iron and a patch on some jeans. (I thought I'd just leave the iron on the patch for just one second while I ran over to my computer because it chirped. I even said to myself, "Surely to god, you can go across the room without forgetting what you are doing, Lynn!"
The other event involved some burnt up hard (VERY hard) boiled eggs. Actually if one of the eggs hadn't exploded with a pop, I probably wouldn't be typing this. Neither of these occurrences featured the use of any adult beverages.
I'm just saying.
Today I went to my little situation room to get my hammer to hang a great new piece of art that my friend sent. My computer called me to it and I checked my email and then went to check the laundry. I took the clothes out of the dryer so I could put the sheets into it. I carried the load into the bedroom and folded a shirt. I decided that I was hungry so I left the laundry and went to the kitchen and got out the cottage cheese. Yes, I am, thank you.
I opened the lid. Went to the cabinet to get myself a plate, noticed that some trim on a bowl I have been working on didn’t look right so I put the plate down and began to manipulate the stuff on the bowl. A few minutes later I heard a plane in the distance and knowing it was about time for Rob to return from Half Moon Bay, where he went to get fresh crab, I went outside on the deck to look for him. After a minute or so of watching the sky, I looked down and saw the container, that I use to catch rainwater, for watering the plants. I scooped up a bit and headed for my plants.
The first one I came to had the bugs-that-make-the–white-cottony-looking-stuff-disease, so I headed for the bathroom to get alcohol and cotton to get them off. While heading for the plant with the alcohol and cotton, I saw the laundry on the bed, which reminded me that I didn’t put the sheets in the dryer yet, and one thing that can turn Richard into a little whiney-pest boy is to not have the bed ready when he wants to get into it, so I put the sheets in the dryer, leaving the alcohol and cotton beside the hammer in the laundry room. I went looking for my water and found the cottage cheese sitting on the counter.
I am not making a word of this up. It didn’t end there! I’m just getting tired of reliving it! I know someone has passed something similar around on the Internet, but to me? It wasn’t funny. This is my life. Everyday.
Now what was I doing?