It’s Not that I Don’t Like You, it’s the A.D.D Brain…on July 15, 2012 at 2:52 pm
I have to admit that I’m not the best wife, mother, daughter or friend that I could be.
But, it’s not my fault… for reals! I strongly believe that 97.3% of the fault actually belongs to A.D.D Brain. I really want to be a better person, but that damned ADD Brain keeps going all Tasmanian Devil on me…
I genuinely suck at “keeping in touch” and it’s not that I don’t care about these people. I’m honestly just too easily distracted…. and I know this. Case in point… this morning I was standing in my bedroom, sorting out 7 different loads of laundry *OCD Brain shout-out* As I was sorting, I realized that I should probably text my Mom, since she had just flown all the way across the country, yesterday. A quick glance around the room reminded me that my cell phone was happily plugged into it’s charger… in the kitchen. To most “normal” people this would not be a problem… most “normal” people could simply stroll to the kitchen, send the text message and return to the bedroom to resume the sorting. God, that seems so easy…. so clean. So not my life.
I stood amongst my un-finished piles contemplating my next step. If I left the room to text my mom, I probably would not remember to return to my sorting, for hours. Shoot, truth be told, I may not even end up making it TO my phone… I could easily become distracted on my journey and end up vacuuming the living room or trimming the weeds outside with our kitchen scissors. This is not mere paranoia, my friends, these are previous life lessons, learned. The option to finish my sorting and THEN text her yields even lessor results. The odds of me remembering to text her, after sort-fest 2012, is pretty much zero. I won’t remember… at all. There’s no chance. That never happens.
In the end, I managed to both text my Mom and finish sorting the laundry… but, it wasn’t easy. I had to briskly walk to the kitchen, while repeating in my head “sort the laundry, sort the laundry, sort the laundry” I was nearly derailed by a sink of dirty dishes, screaming to be washed… Dickie telling me *for the 17th time this morning* that he “know how to dive* and my glass of water on the computer desk. I unplugged my phone, spun around and ran back to my room “sort the laundry, sort the laundry, sort the laundry” I stood in the middle of my piles, text my mom and went back to sorting.
I have no doubt that this will be my biggest accomplishment, of the day…