Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder. I constantly feel this way. My best friend read this and thought "OMG, they followed Melea around for the day."
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 1 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 damn day,
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 e-mail....
Today, both boys had all school meetings. It's where the kids get recognized for their accomplishments and their parents can come and watch. Today Adam's All School Meeting included a play called 'Mrs. Wishy Washy' that the kindergarten classes put on. It was cute. When the meeting was over, Todd and I went over to see Adam and say 'Hi' to him, when his teacher told me a funny story. First, I need to say really quick that yesterday the boys got haircuts and some blond color put in their hair. Both of the boys had to sit 'under the heat' in the special chair. So, when Adam got to school today he asked his teacher if she ever sat in the 'old lady chair' at the haircut place. It made her laugh. My question is was he just asking the question in general or was he referring to something else? 
The main news is Spencer was on the 'A' honor roll again and he received the 'Citizen of the Month' Award. That is where the kids in his class vote in a student that has been a good example, treats people respectfully, and other reasons the kids might think this person deserves this special award. YEAY Spencer!!! I think he's a great kid, so it's awesome that other people agree. I wanted to get a picture of
Spencer with his teacher, Ms. Fisher. She has always thought he is a wonderful kid. She's been good for him. So at the end of the day, I had no doubt that I had the brightest, funnist kids ever. 
