Friday, February 12, 2010

C.A.A.D.D.~ Repost

This is a repost. If you have already read it, I am sorry.

But in all actuality, I think it just gets worse with each child, because I am far worse now.

C.A.A.D.D.

I found this post on a friend's blog, and thought it was too true to not copy and paste it. It basically sums up my life... and I only have one kid. Can you imagine how bad I will be when I have more?
Recently, I was diagnosed with C. A. A. D. D. - Child Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.This is how it manifests:I decide to do the laundry. As I start toward the laundry room, I notice that there are cheerios all over the floor and my car keys are in the cereal bowl. I decide to pick up the cheerios before I do the laundry. I lay my car keys down on the counter, put the cheerios in the trash can under the counter, and notice that the trash can is full. So, I decide to take out the trash. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash 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 office/playroom, so I go to my desk where I find a sippy cup full of juice.I'm going to look for my checks, but first I decide I should put sippy cup in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the sippy cup, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need to be watered. I set the sippy cup on the counter, and I discover baby wipes that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back in the bathroom, but first I'm going to water the flowers. I set the wipes back down, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote, one of the kids left it on the kitchen table. I realize that when they go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote as they fight over who lost it, 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 splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down, get some paper 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 laundry isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm cup of juice 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 the wipes, 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'm really tired.I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my blog.






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13 comments:

Sue said...

Great piece, and the picture is priceless.

=)

Emmy said...

I remember reading this, too funny and so true!

Capt'n Amazing's wife said...

Lol! I think I even had this problem before I had a baby. Heck, maybe even before I had a husband. But I'm sure it will be worse as time rolls on!

jingle said...

beautiful post,
when one tries to do too many things at the same time, one can not really get anything done...

a remote has gotten in the way...

Happy Friday!
Take care,
Amy!

jingle said...

beautiful post,
when one tries to do too many things at the same time, one can not really get anything done...

a remote has gotten in the way...

Happy Friday!
Take care,
Amy!

3LittleMonkeys said...

Oh my goodness, I thinked that just summed up everyday for me! So true, and so funny! I'm always thinking to myself, "now...what was I going to do?"

Noodle said...

Holy cow thats my life to a tee... LOVE IT...

Tiffany said...

this is my life. every. single. day. *sigh*

have a great weekend!

Laura said...

hahaha I absolutely love it, and it is SO true!! :) I haven't been officially diagnosed but pretty sure I have been there done that...every day. :)

Kaibee said...

Well, I get an idea how awfully difficult it can be for moms. My mom is always on her toes and everyday, by the time your kids go to bed, you are absolutely exhausted. But I can bet, that when they grow up and move out and make you proud. You'll wish for these days to come back. And you'll cherish these memories that you make everyday. Live for that day.

Thanks a lot for such wonderful comment that you left. I can swear to God, that you people help me move through life. You guys are really good friends.

Thanks for the award too. I am so sorry, I don't comment more often. School keeps me really busy.

Familia Morales said...

That picture does justice to all moms everywhere! Love this post, story of my life!

Heidi said...

Ha ha! You just described my day exactly! I was lauging so hard while I read that, it's perfect. So have they found a cure for this disorder yet? If so please send it my way!

fraizerbaz said...

This is totally ME! I thought I was the only one who suffered from this! :-)