I forgot to mention, I have wicked ADHD. Oh, and I’m a teacher . . . . . of order out of chaos, i.e., a middle school math and science teacher. This is just a peak into regular occurrences in my house . . .. I need to use the scissors. Then I realize . . . GOD DAMN IT!!! They were on the shopping list and I forgot them AGAIN!!! *SIGH* Ok, no problem, there’s a pair in the kitchen (a crappy useless pair I grumble to myself, can’t even get your fingers in the handles anymore). I get up to get them, and get side tracked by the “The fridge side of the floor is now dry, so I should mop the other side.”
That’s done, I back out of the kitchen. Turn and then realize, “Crap! I forgot them again,” as I view the expanse of wet linoleum between me and those scissors. “Hah, I crow, there’s a pair upstairs.” I head upstairs. Well, I’m up here I should go to the bathroom while I’m here. I could take this trash downstairs with me. Cool. mentally patting myself on the back for my efficiency as I drop off the bag of trash on the way back downstairs. I get to the bottom and realize, “I forgot the scissors AGAIN!!!!!” Clearly, I don’t need them.
Broomstick Musings 