If I married someone with the last name Davidson, my initials would be A.D.D....

He pulls in to his parking spot after having left the house at 4 am and the first thing he'll probably see are multiple piles of leaves. You see, I got this really great idea that I was just going to climb up that slope and pull that ONE huge weed that is growing RIGHT there.... I see it every time I drive up our street and park in the driveway, and well, now.... right. this. very. second seems like the most perfect time to pick that one annoying weed.... However, pulling one weed is far too easy. That's too simple. I can pull just enough weeds to fill that tub right there and then I'll be done and go back inside.... and then I fill the bucket with weeds and dump it and think, "well maybe a couple more buckets and you'll actually SEE a difference from the street." So, one weed, turns into one bucket and one bucket turns into 2 and 2 turns into the entire slope AND then trimming the vines that hang over.... which now means that instead of one weed ending up in the trashcan, the entire side of our house is covered in piles....

So, he probably mumbles under his breath, and gets out of the car and comes inside with all intentions to be happy and lovey.... and then he walks into the kitchen. Half of the floor is scrubbed and there's probably a bucket of soapy, cold water with a scrub brush in it. But wait, I came inside to get a drink of water, because I was sweating from pulling the weeds. I wanted to fill up my cup with water after I filled it with ice, but the sink had a bunch of dishes in it. So I set my glass filled with ice, down on the counter and began doing the dishes. The phone rang, so I turned around with a cup in my hand to answer the phone and spilled something on the floor. When I bent down to wipe it up, I realized there were dust bunnies collecting on the feet of the stove.... So I grabbed the broom and swept the floor. Well sweeping the floor doesn't take much time and while sleeping the floor, I realized there were some dirt spots on the floor by the fridge. So I grabbed the bucket and brush from the garage so that I could just quickly scrub the floor. It'll look GREAT when Jason gets home. When I walked into the garage to get the bucket, I realized the washer was open. "I can just start a load. It'll only take 2 minutes and it can be washing while I'm scrubbing the floor, and by the time I come back to put the bucket away, the laundry will be ready to be switched. I'll save so much time!" So I go into the house to get a load of laundry together. "Oh! I should vacuum! It will look great for when Jason comes home!" So I go to grab the vacuum, bring it back and plug it in. "oops! laundry could be going right now. Let me go start that." So out towards the garage I start going, but I don't have enough darks to make a full load, but I bet Taylor will have some clothes to be washed. So I go into her room. It's a mess!! Let me just go grab a trash bag really quick. So I opened the cupboards under the sink to grab a bag and it's wet! There must be a leak!! So I pull everything out from under the sink and it's not wet.... oh well. Put it all back, including the trash bag I was going to grab to pick up trash in her room. Go back to her room for the laundry. Start a load. Come back into the house to start to clean the floor. Run super hot water with soap into the bucket, pour some onto the floor and use the broom and brush and wash it around on the floor. I'll let it sit so it can really pull up the dirt. I should go vacuum the bedroom while the water is sitting on the floor. But when I come into the bedroom to vacuum, I really have to go number 1. While sitting on the toilet, I realize I haven't scrubbed the tub in a long time.... I'll just spray tilex everywhere, and then vacuum. So I spray tilex but suddenly realize that even with the fan running it's still too strong to be in my room. I did the same thing last time. Forget vacuuming while the tilex soaks. I'll go back and finish the kitchen floor. and I do.... well the half that I started, right before I realized that it's time to pick Taylor up from school. So I need to wake Lewie up and get his juice and load him into the car.

You see, this is ongoing.... every. single. day.... I'm surprised my husband is still married to me!!!! He comes home to piles of weeds, a half scrubbed kitchen floor, a bucket with, now, cold water and the brush still in it, about 3 and a half dishes washed, an uncrustable in the micro (i thawed it for about 10 seconds but forgot about it and didn't hear the timer go off because I was either spraying tilex or turning on the vacuum, or maybe I was mowing the lawn. I don't remember).... and he'll come into the room. The bed is likely made, but there's probably clean laundry all over it, because i was going to fold it and put it all away before he got home, but probably ended up picking up dogpoop instead when I looked out the sliding door and saw a pile of poop out there.... or ended up pruning the rosebushes. Who knows what distracted me from whatever it was I was doing, but I don't even remember what I was doing before anyway, so who really cares? Just start another project and maybe the last one will come to me.

What's that saying? If you give a mouse a cookie? I think that's what it's like.... kind of....

And then I picked up a book called, "The ADHD effect on marriage" by Melissa Orlov.... deep breath in and a big ol' exhale!!!!